Not being able to separate the satire from the actual statements in my post is the product of a product of incest, certainly. And since you're not smart enough to figure it out on your own, I just called you inbred because you couldn't figure out that what I said was mostly satire.

What you said is mostly reactionary, politically correct, left-wing bullshit. Save it for a cardboard sign somewhere. Or write it in your employee locker McDonald's. And it's sort of funny to hear semi-reasonable, rationally expressed statements like "Cultural isolation is the rejection of additional information" (which looks intelligent at a glance, until you consider that every culture on the globe grew in isolation until it met other cultures, then continued to grow as it learned from and traded ideas with other cultures, and only began to stagnate when said culture allowed itself to be subsumed or diluted by other cultures) with outright racist BS like "White people are an illness." (really...how did you arrive at this rational, logical, and factual conclusion, Malcolm?).

Fuck you, you ignorant piece of shit. What are you - English or some Hispanic border-jumper? Because you've just insulted the heritage of I'd guess about 70% of American citizens. And if you're going to insult Blacks, I suggest you spell it right. I might not get along with many of them, but it just makes the rest of people that are pro-White, racialist, and trying to accomplish good things for their race look bad when idiots like you start spouting off misspelled, moronic bullshit about the people that our social system has put us (by manipulative methods, I might add) in direct competition for resources with.

Of course, it says a lot about the quality of /. that this anonymous moron's post was modded down less times than my original one. Or that this idiot attacked White people and started spouting out left-wing slogans you could hear at any event promoting multiculturalism and the downfall of the White race, while completely ignoring the fact that (if taken completely at face value) my satirical statement insults just as many rich, White, privileged people who take advantage of their fellow citizens by abusing some artificially obtained or created position of importance (politicians and middle-management types, mostly) as it does poor, helpless, victimized Blacks who are starving to death and too hungry to wok because someone hid their food stamps under their work boots.

The only thing I'm directly, uncompromisingly against no matter the case or cause is ignorance. And you, fucktard, fit the bill perfectly.

And so was mine...mostly - I don't like Rosanne Barr and I'm a pro-freedom, pro-White libertarian who thinks the First, Second, Fourth, And Fifth Amendments (as well as the rest of the document) are the most outstandingly simple ways of expressing fundamental liberties that no one should be able to take away without a fight, but I wasn't seriously suggesting we eat anyone or advocating hatred or anything of the nature. The fact that some idiots have taken it out of context reveals that (a) they take themselves and the world too seriously (b) and they don't know what satire is, let alone good satire.

Agreed. And I refuse to eat at Burger King because I've seen how that "fresh, char-broiled patty" or whatever started it's life. No thanks...when I'm poor I don't have the money for meat, when I'm flush I eat the good stuff.

Of course, while we're on the topic of alternative sources of meat, let's think again about A Modest Proposal. Except I'm not suggesting we eat the Irish - I'm part-Irish, we eat potatoes, plus we're more likely to kill you than vice-versa. But think about all those infants put up for adoption, or abused by being forced to walk around shopping malls behind 500+ lb. welfare mothers in mu-mus who somehow miraculously manage to drive Cadillac Escalades and clothe those children in brand-name sports clothing that costs hundred of dollars. Think of all the waste there, and of the health of the mothers. They could probably walk faster, get some exercise, perhaps even get out of the rat-race lifestyle of collecting welfare and having eight baby-daddies that they stash illegal narcotics for (when said daddies' aren't in prison) that forces them to buy Escalades and two-hundred dollar Nikes. Their lives would be improved, and they would no longer need to fear pregnancy when sleeping with the guy around who has the most gold chains. Or we could expedite matters and use that 500 pounds of previously useless meat as fit.

And imagine the change in lifestyle for the American people. No more farm subsidies, and the insurance companies could make a killing off a child's birth. The entire food industry would be revolutionized, except for possibly Church's, where "White meat or dark?" brings an added charge for White meat. Maybe it would change to "White meat or Darkie?", but that's about it. And consider the amount of time spent hunting whales or manufacturing synthetic oils. No more - use the body's natural fats.

So consider it my friends - we might be able to fix the economy right there. If not, too bad the president is so skinny. However, his wife, her friends, and most of Congress could all stand to lose some weight. Maybe all of it, eh?

In all seriousness, we should take all the long-term welfare recipients and their children, politicians (Democrats especially), illegal aliens, and MBA-touting middle management fuckers and their fat wives and kids, turn them loose in the woods, and sell passes good for N number of kills to hunter's clubs. It's the ultimate solution for the people who put us in this mess anyway (throw in the Bush family as well...they're already pickled anyways, and wouldn't feel or fear a thing with all the cocaine). And since most people who are hunters are working or middle class, it would be a very appropriate turn-around.

But this grown meat thing sounds promising once we run out of useless fat people. Lookout, Rosanne! Can't buy or lie your way our of this one. Ahem. As I was saying, this grown meat bit sounds quite good once we've exhausted the means at hand. After all, what we would eat? Animals? What did they ever do to us?

You're mostly on target, except for one little thing :

Are you living in the same world I am? The same one where people who profess strong beliefs step over homeless people on a daily basis, where materialism and consumerism are the new opiate of the masses, and Kitty Genovese getting stabbed to death was a passing interest? While rats might have a strong moral/social instinct, human beings do not. I should know...I've raised many rats, and I've been a member of the human race for quite a while. Rats are caring, social animals - human beings are more concerned about whether being a witness might get their ass in a sling (or even just inconvenience them) than whether they're doing right or wrong.

And no, I don't have a study to back it up. But I've seen a lot, all over the world, and most people will steal, cheat, and kill if given the chance to get away with it. The only thing stopping them is that they don't have the guts. They don't want to get their hands dirty, even for the best of causes. Deeply spiritual people seem to be the exception to this, in my experience.

Well, part of that reason is because religion is a valid force in the penal system. You declare yourself atheist, and you get no special privileges to go with that. Call yourself Jewish, and you get different food. Call yourself Christian, non-denominational, and you get to go to any church group you want (a welcome reprieve from long boring hours of doing nothing but reading and pumping iron). Declare yourself Catholic in a very Baptist area, and you'll eventually get to see a priest. Etcetera.

Of course, looking at life in prison or possible execution is a very sobering thing. Makes you reconsider all sorts of things, and when you budge enough that you pray at least for the people you'll be leaving behind, and then you walk free a week later (when you had two murder charges, organized crime, arson, aggravated assault w/ a deadly weapon, aggravated robbery, a pistol case, a dope case, and even a hate crime charge thrown in for shits and giggles), one starts to realize that there actually is something to this whole God and prayer thing.

True story (replace s/([Yy]ou|one)/I/g and that happened in 2006, no shit). Turned my 18 years of non-belief (rabid non-belief, I might add - a quick way to get me to spit on you was to say anything religious) right around on it's head. Been seeing things that are beyond coincidence ever since. YMMV, do as thou wilt still is the whole of the law, but I know what I believe and what I'm doing.

Sure, I believe in a God that both created human beings with free will and the ability to use science and other tools to better our lives, and also sent his only begotten son to die for our sins so that even the worst among us may ask forgiveness and enter into the kingdom of Heaven. Do I know what Heaven is? No. Do I think I have the right to tell you what to believe or do (as long as it isn't messing with my life)? No. So obviously I have some sorts of "magical" beliefs in my life, or I wouldn't bother praying or reading my Bible. And I've studied almost every major religion before having a serious spiritual experience (one that saved my life and completely changed the way I view the world - literally saved my life, not just "saved me from myself" or whatever...I was looking at spending the next 40-50 years in prison for something that I did do, but was taken completely out of context [it was self-defense, but race and all kinds of other bullshit was thrown into it and the DA wanted to nail my ass to the wall]).

On the other hand, I have nights like tonight, where no amount of prayer or whatever can lift my spirits or do much more than keeping me from going completely off the deep end. I just got turned down for a job that I had invested a lot of time and effort into pursuing (including a nightmarish trip across the U.S. on a shitty airline that made my life hell by completely screwing up every flight, changeover, and whatnot - and then making me pay for a hotel stay overnight, and having to find another way home from Philly because they overbooked a flight and then left me and about a dozen people stranded), my on-and-off girlfriend (who just got out of prison for a drug charge) pulled another disappearing act despite knowing that tonight is about the worst time she can just wander off to get high for a few hours and then expect me to come pick her up, and a variety of other things have my spirits so low that the only thing that's keeping me from doing something that would ultimately lead to my death (as well as quite a few other peoples') is the fact that I don't want to give any satisfaction to all those fucks in high school or my asshole family who all said that I would never amount to anything and be a complete failure. I know it has to get better as some point, since it can't really get any worse (or not by much), but the struggle to keep going is hellish right now.

So I live in a world with magical characteristics but a very realistic set of beliefs and consequences. And I'm venting. Feel free to ignore this bit of bullshit.

Speaking as someone who has lived, worked, and been imprisoned in Orleans Parish (that's New Orleans for anyone who hasn't lived in the only state that is more or less the same as when it was French, at least in terms of government), I could give a fuck about that city. The best thing they could have done is just blockade the place and require three references from people who aren't named Shaniquefa and have a job in order to be let out, and then leave the rest of those bastards to kill each other for bread crumbs and wide-screen TVs that they couldn't use anyways. As soon as it was all over (meaning all the scum that have since poisoned my city (seriously, I was living w/ my ex-wife in some apartments after Katrina, and all the "refugees" moved in and started stealing everything that wasn't bolted down - my neighbor put some frozen hamburger on a plate on his porch to defrost and it was gone 5 minutes later...they even took the paper plate!) and all the surrounding states would have been dead), just bulldoze some levees, let the bodies drain out into the gulf, and then start the cleanup. Bye-bye Chocolate City! Hello to a cleaner and safer New Orleans!

Don't speak on that place until you've eaten grits three times a day (with a lump of cold cheese in it if you were lucky), had to carry a shank everywhere you went, and all the White prisoners pooled their blankets to tie their cells shut at night (because most of the cells wouldn't shut and you can't stay awake all the time, and you can't fight back when someone holds a wet towel around your head while five of his homies beat the shit out of you and take your food or whatever else they feel like (remember, Louisiana is under the Napoleonic code, so some poor schmuck who got drunk and pissed off a cop is in there with guys who raped and killed little old ladies). I felt sorry as hell for the middle-class Whites in there. The rest of us Whites had to practically hold their hands and explain to them that they weren't going to see a judge for at least three days, they'd be lucky if they just got a fine (I got 10 days just because I was standing there while the cops jacked up my friends and searched them...to this day, I have no clue what I was charged with, I just know that not only did I have to sit out bullshit time in a hellhole [and I've done real time in Texas prisons, which are supposed to be some of the worst in the country], I also had to pay a fine or sit another 20 days just because I asked the judge what I was being charged with), there was no way they could get a bond before they saw a judge, and crying on the phone to their wife was just going to make them a mark.

Fuck that city and fuck that state.

I've signed marriage certificates (in Texas) for myself and my ex-wife, a lesbian couple (no shit - they actually claimed some benefits and didn't get challenged...I suppose that because the amount of benefits they received was very small, the IRS decided that it wasn't worth challenging or finding out what state they were married in; as a side note, the marriage certificates here [at least at the time I performed the wedding] don't even ask the sex of the people getting married, though you have to show ID when filing certificates, I don't know how they filed the certificate, so they might have done something when they filed it, so YMMV), as well as more traditional marriages. None of these have been challenged by the government, and have been accepted in all cases as legally binding/valid.

So yes, while I'm helping destroy the "sacred institution" of marriage, I could give a fuck. I'm generally a gun-toting freedom nut, which people associate w/ right-wing, but really I'm just pro-freedom and pro-responsibility (which makes me very anti-big-government and anti-socialist in general), but to me I'm okay w/ gay people as long as they respect me. Plus, after seeing what my parents and their generation did w/ marriage, I don't think there's anything inherently sacred in the institution. In love and commitment, yes. In marriage by itself? No.

Though it might work in some of the city and county jails. But the state prisons here are all run off gear that is non-networked. Sure, some of the newer facilities might have VOIP phones or IP-based cameras in some areas, but you're still not going anywhere or getting much done in a TX state prison without a ring of keys. About the best you could hope for might be to shut off a camera. Which might work if you're coordinating a hit, but you're better off doing that during a medical transfer or something similar anyways. It'd be easier to bribe a guard to look the other way than any electronic attack.

That's all I can really speak from experience, because the only Federal facility I've been in was just a detainment center that was run by the local cops anyways, so it had the same methodology. The Harris County jail has a lot of unpatched, unprotected Windows PCs, but even the ones that are networked only go to the LAN and have no Internet access (I should know, I've gotten disciplinary action for getting a local sheriff's login [via shoulder-surfing] and using it while I was doing time in 1200 Baker Street, Houston, TX). And all movements and release are coordinated via an armband system that has a hard-copy of your picture (which almost all cops check, especially on prisoners like myself who are deemed "security threats" and "aggravated" - they're pretty serious about that shit, since apparently they've had some escapes by other high-security prisoners who managed to get ahold of another prisoner's armband and get released under that name; if you don't know one bit of information [like who bailed you out, or what all of your charges are - I kid you not, they quiz you fairly extensively on that before buzzing you into the steel cage that surrounds the magnetically-locked steel door that leads downstairs ATW exit - then they'll detain you and run all kinds of checks before letting you out...between that and their general laziness, it's no wonder that it takes up to 48 hours from when your bond or other release papers go through and when you actually walk onto the city street). You're not getting out of Harris County without inside help, period. You're far more likely to be able to escape from a state prison than a county jail in Texas, at least without some sort of serious injury or illness (and who wants to be on the run with a Hep C attack or after stabbing yourself? That kind of defeats the purpose of the word "run", eh?). Other than Harris County, all of the other city and county jails I've been in both in Texas and other states were dirt-primitive compared to modern technology. And the only state prison system I've been in has been in Texas, and I wasn't in that many units since my stay was only a few years and I was in administrative segregation for most of that time. And of course my time as a juvenile doesn't count, since that was back in the days when BBSes were high-tech communications and modems were almost priceless.

Anyways, I just thought I'd share some first-hand experience with computer systems and penology. Oh, though it is pretty funny that the county I live in right now (Fort Bend, which is right outside of Houston and much more pleasant, not to mention much more affordable as long as you don't mind getting up early to make the commute, but since I work long hours anyways that would happen regardless) uses their network closet (which is seriously stone-age) as temporary storage for prisoners getting visits (at least on the 2nd and 6th floors, which are the only ones I've been on since they're the high-security floors). I've been left alone before in the network closet (since my visit was relatively brief - I'm not one of those people that likes a lot of contact with the outside world when I'm doing time, plus that go-round I wasn't in for very long), where I was sitting there thinking about rewiring their LAN and their video system, but finally decided that they'd figure it out eventually and just add more time so it wasn't worth the short-term laughs. If I'd been in there for months or years instead of just a few weeks, I'd have decided differently, but I wasn't.

I'm going to the bar to get laid and stop discussing people that are vain idiots...

Maybe the people complaining about cybercrime just need to get laid.

Yeah, and to top it off that chick I had the torch for is about to get her PhD in Psychology. When we attempted to get back together after all those years, she immediately said "You're just like every other vet/prisoner/whatever I counsel - you have PTSD". I don't care what anyone calls it, I just cope. What else can I do?