Things go unexpectedly wrong as a matter of course in everyday life, let alone in the midst of innovation, since redefining the norm is a process fraught with a high failure rate.

Owning it, and retroactively covering models no longer affected by factory warranty? That's the kind of shit you can easily get behind.

While not specifically a cologne, per say, it is the dark (intended) fantasy of many a housewife of European descent.

There's a problem and they're handling it immediately and responsibly,

instead of pursuing the GM/Toyota strategy of ignoring it and hoping it goes away.

If the power wielded by your overlord devolves into something essentially unlivable for the masses, and his power is concentrated heavily in electronic surveillance, turning out the lights is a way to level the field.

If you think hyper-Constitutional surveillance is alive and well only in the nations that constitute the communist regimes in business during Orwell's lifetime,

you, sir, are definitely too trusting and optimistic in general to post so hatefully here.

who are working round the clock to skim money from a project,

are still unable to run up costs like a government project gone off the rails.

-Random Jet

With regards to their goldfish bowl... it doesn't work when the lights go out.

Rebellion? I'm thinking Revolution.

just not too many of the models come with the brass balls.

Some of these people were being improperly classified as conspiracy theorists.

I am aware there are some who see conspiracy at every turn, as if no event on the radar could simply be happenstance. Shit does just happen, sometimes.

But, there were many who read Orwell and were convinced government would eventually devolve to this. Whatever they used to be called, it can now be said they appear prophetic.

OTOH, I assure you the people enforcing the laws already have many, many electronic surveillance tools already at their disposal.

Do those with access to sensitive information routinely abuse that privilege? I would say the evidence is pointing in that direction.

I'll bet you don't get carded much these days either.

Mack and John were eating lunch at the truck stop when a man John didn't know strolled by the table and said to Mack, "Hey Cocksucker."

"What's that about, bud?" John asked his friend.

"I've been a truck driver for thirty years and no one ever referred to me as Mack the trucker. But you suck ONE dick!"

well,

it's time to take a good look at ourselves.