I have to admit, it could hardly come at a better time. Budget talks are due.

(this is me doing my happy dance)

I'd rather not call the average attack "very advanced". I'd rather call the average security situation in the average company "very crappy".

And I have little reason to assume this being different.

At 30 mph your braking time (the time between slamming the brakes on and you stopping) is 1.8 seconds. Reaction time varies, but depending on circumstances it usually is between half a second and a second.

At 55 we're already at well over 2.5s for braking alone, without reaction time.

All of this assuming dry weather and tire and brake condition.

In short, not slamming the brakes down will not allow you to come to a stop before the traffic light turns red.

Allow me to present a sensible traffic light.

Please tell me how in the world you could possibly be surprised by it turning yellow. If your reaction speed is THAT low, you should NOT be on the road!

(and yes, that yellow phase is a bit short, but essentially you should not even enter the intersection at yellow anymore)

So I should be expected to see the next disarmement talks being held at DefCon or BlackHat? You sure have a lot of people with WMDs assembled there anyway.

I expect him to have insurance because, at least in my country, your number plates are gone if you don't. You simply don't get any unless you can prove that you're covered. And even if he doesn't pay his premium for a time, his insurance is required to cover him until they can be assed to cash in his plates (so guess who is REALLY interested in you NOT having any license plates when you stop paying for your insurance?).

Trust me, whoever is on the road with license plates in my country HAS insurance. And without plates you don't get far, our police kinda wants you to have some.

Well, thankfully I live in a country where it is virtually impossible to get into the predicament due to the special way our traffic lights work. You know 5 seconds before your green light goes to yellow that it's about to happen.

Actually I have on more than one occasion. Funny enough, never in front of a traffic light.

I don't know about your country, in mine it's easy: You rear end someone, you're guilty. Period. There is no good explanation you could possibly give why you couldn't keep enough distance that you had enough time to react and stop your vehicle before slamming into another one.

I know exactly one case that didn't end like this, and only because the rear-ending car could PROVE that the other one was slamming into him in reverse instead of the other way around.

Aww. You could've taken him for a ride and you let him get off this easily.

I'll invent a tool that allows you to kill people via a phone line. I could see a really HUGE market for something like this.

Yes they do. Scammers, like everyone who runs a business (and scamming is nothing else to them) need to make money with their time. All you have to do to be considered poison to them is to steal their time. That costs your time, too, once or twice, but usually after a few runs they'll never bother you again, simply because you're not worth the time.

Plus, it's fun to screw with them.

Actors who can copy the wooden acting faithfully. And Scotty's son playing Scotty with the same crappy fake Scottish accent.

Because I will slam the brakes to stop. NO matter what. No matter how fast I am. No matter how close the person behind me is. No matter whether I even KNOW that there will be an accident. I will stop instead of running the risk of entering the intersection on a red light. If I get rear ended, his insurance will pay. If I get a ticket, I have to pay.

Safety? It's about money. On BOTH ends of the matter.

Ticket: I have to pay.
Rear ended: His insurance will pay for it.

The choice is obvious. Fuck safety.

Be honest, no matter how much you love your work, would you do it without getting paid for it? I mean, I love IT security, but I would probably rather spend my time tinkering with exploits than wading through ISO guidelines and getting on everyone's nerve with them.