Comment Re:Bad Lawyers (Score 1) 219
Why do I get a sickly feeling that Prenda Law is a law firm owned and managed by an Indian?
Racism on your part, I figure.
Why do I get a sickly feeling that Prenda Law is a law firm owned and managed by an Indian?
Racism on your part, I figure.
it's nice to be directly able to intervene the politics.
I don't doubt it, but it's worth noting that the quality of the decisions made by the electorate isn't uniformly high -- there was that embarrassing business with the minarets...
An application specific password is meant to be given to the application once and then never typed again, heavily reducing the chance of it being compromised.
If it's kept in persistent storage by the application, that actually increases the chance of it being compromised. Rather than logging keystrokes or peeking at RAM or man-in-the-middling the application in some way, you can just read a file.
To think that he's some kind of forest-destroying air-blackening capitalist is about the furthest from the truth as you can get. Check your assumptions.
His heart is pure, so his free money scheme has no externalities? All righty, then.
3) Arm society, making the murderer less effective.
Or making murder even more common. Hard to say.
Further, the game could have some online component, in which case the pirates are costing him in bandwidth.
Actually, if that's the case, he needs to charge for the online component, and then the pirates are just helping with distribution.
That's all it is, another lane.
With vehicles moving at 300 km/h on it, you're going to need a bit more segregation than a painted line, if only to keep other traffic from being sucked into the wake of the "super bus."
"...he died a couple of years after the (grossly wrong) conviction..."
Because if he didn't kill himself that very day, it isn't a plausible cause?
Though that event could certainly still happen in the future - and at that point the implication would be true.
On the off chance that you're not trolling: this is why people tend to end their conversations with you by wincing in agony and shouting, "Oh, fuck you."
The moon is made of green cheese. -- John Heywood