TECHNOLOGY: MiFi 2200 portable EV-DO router

Friday, June 12, 2009

http://www.engadget.com/2009/05/06/verizon-debuts-mifi-2200-portable-ev-do-router/  

MiFi 2200 portable EV-DO router

Technology is the summation of hardware and software. It’s VERY very expensive. This unit intrigues me because what COULD it replace?

Home cable internet service? The Verizon Wireless Broadband USB plug? Cell phones?

The solid trade offs are: ISPs charge 50/month — with hidden caps. The VWBBIE is 70/month.

The soft trade offs are: one or more cell phones. The darned home land line.

The question is what are the true costs of the “MyFy”? Capital, operating, 4 hour battery life.

Home has two computers on a Wifi. But only one user … me.

Would it support Skype, Gizmo, SIP, and such?

Lot of questions.

Biggest problem is I have no clue as to what’s my home byte count on a daily or monthly basis.

And, I hear the Sprint commercials with unlimited usage.

Too many questions and an unknown TCO.

Argh!

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INTERESTING: The Greatest Generation wasted in The Unnecessary War

Thursday, June 11, 2009

http://www.lewrockwell.com/vance/vance173.html

Buchanan’s Necessary Book by Laurence M. Vance

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Buchanan’s conclusion will be a tough one for some to swallow: “It was Britain that turned both European wars into world wars.”

Churchill, Hitler, and the Unnecessary War is a necessary book.

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History is written by the “winners” and taught in gooferment skools.

It wasn’t until College that I started to really get into how screwed up the world is.

I learned more history and economics from the Libertarian zealots and Social Justice faculty than most folks.

All war is fought by the common man. He’s the cannon fodder.

There’s a reason why the world’s elite eschew assassination, they might have to take some personal risk. We couldn’t have leaderless gooferments now could we?

Fifth generation war won’t observe that nicety.

Sheeple need to read this book and see how their ancestors were hustled. Then, they could avoid how they are being defrauded and abused.

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INTERESTING: Where’s Alex?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

http://blogs.abcnews.com/thenote/2009/06/palin-vs-letterman.html

ABC News: The Note
Palin vs. Letterman
June 11, 2009 8:11 AM

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Klein ABC News’ Rick Klein reports:

Gov. Sarah Palin and her husband, Todd, are swinging back at David Letterman, after the talk-show host made the Alaska governor and her family the focus of a series of off-color jokes.

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But it was a line in Letterman’s monologue that set off a firestorm: “One awkward moment for Sarah Palin at the Yankee game, during the seventh inning, her daughter was knocked up by Alex Rodriguez.”

Palin was in New York with her 14-year-old daughter, Willow.

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Letterman should get a suspension like Imus.

CBS used have standards!

We haven’t heard from Alex Rodriguez.

If I was Alex, I’d really be torqued.

If anything, he goes for older woman. Phyllis Diller might be more appropriate for Alex. He was “friends” with Madonna.

I’d like to see him nose2nose with Letterman.

Letterman wouldn’t have the stones to say that to Alex’s face. Nor, the Palins.

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RANT: Response to a socialist

Thursday, June 11, 2009

>Hey, I’ll take your worthless Federal Reserve Banknote money off your hands.

I’m sure that you would. You liberals will “TAKE” anything! And, your typically big gooferment thugs will be more that happy to rob people of the wealth to satisfy the mob’s demands.

>Are all libertorians anti-union? What a silly question, of course they are.

Of course not. Honest unions that seek to represent their members in fair negotiations with employers are just exercising people’s rights of association. When they use the guns of gooferment to rob the bondholders of their proper settlement, then they are just as bad as the thugs they employ. (Before you say that the bondholders “agreed”, permit me to point out the 52% that did agree were big banks that were getting TARP money anyway. How could they not agree? And, they were being paid off anyway!)

>Basically, libertarians are pro rich, pro management and anti-working class.

If anything, little L libertarians are pro-working class. We want liberty and honest money. And, peace. Take a look at the casualties of war. It’s the poor and working class.

>shouldn’t workers have the right to form unions?

Sure they do. You don’t see L’s rooting for “card check”, minimum wages, or protectionisms.

>Bernie Sanders, a democratic socialist, works for the people and does not take corporate money.

Please don’t make me laugh! He’s a socialist! Maybe even a Marxist.

>Dennis Kucinich, not a socialist, is a feisty fighter for ordinary working Americans.

Dittos.

> I have no idea if it was a good idea to bail out GM.

I do. It was a bad idea for either Bush or Obama to keep GM out of Chapter 11. And, all the money is wasted. It can’t be saved. CAFE standards and all the assorted gooferment actions have made it impossible to make stuff in the US. It’s like giving CPR to a mannequin.

>Millions (including those not directly involved in building cars) will lose their jobs, their health >care and their pensions.

Yes, there will be a lot of breakage. But the UAW voters, … ahh I mean, members will still have their gold plated pensions and health benefits. What happened to the Delta pilots shouldn’t happen to a UAW voter. Sigh! GM was always known as a “health insurance company that made cars”. Argh!

>To only blame government for all our ills and not the free marketeers is just delusional.

It’s the gooferment’s use of force that is the root of most of the evils we are suffering through now. By the way, could you point out the “free market” that you are refering to? I can’t see anything free since the 1860’s.

>Can’t blame unions or the government for the fall of all those financial companies

Sorry, but the seeds of the current collapse is rooted in the easy money of the FED and the Community Reinvestment Act. Barney and Chis, on the dole from AIG and other companies, made it easy for the sheeple to be defrauded.

>ENRON fell because of the corporate crooks not because of unions or the government.

ENRON resulted from the psuedo deregulation of the power industry. Their lobbyist used gooferment to do all sorts of “rule making”. In the end, it all collapsed. And the workers took it in the ear!

>I certainly bash government when necessary, when warranted which is quite often.

You fail to see the force of gooferment (i.e., the often not so silent gun in the room) is at the root of most problems. Our lives would be immeasurably improved it they’d just leave us alone.

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WRITING: Nous allons vous rembourser! (An index card novel)

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

It was a no name French village. He was a no name GI. The young girl was huddled with her brothers and sisters in a corner of the basement. Cold. Dirty. Starving. His squad had learned the bitter combat lesson to leave no stone unturned. Snakes can come out to bite. Hidden enemies bypassed kill; they don’t meekly surrender. Many comrades would not be going home who failed to watch their A double Q and, when time permitted, everyone diligently looked for snake dens in their rear. So, his squad found the parentless family led by a strong heroic young woman. A camp stove started warming up the hole in the ground. Calling it a basement implied there was a house over head. What do you call a hole covered by debris? They called it home. Precious blankets were distributed. The gift would warm the men’s hearts more than mere cloth. They’d get replacements; there were always replacements. Food was easy. Rations were always in large supply. Not gourmet, but they prevent starvation. As the squad moved out, the “old” beyond her years girl said: “Bon ami, nous allons vous rembourser!” (“Good friend, we will pay you back.)

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It was a no name village in America. She was a no name French girl. In her proud blue beret, she was there to save the Americans from themselves. World leaders agreed. Troops moved in to quell the violence after the collapse. And, to collect debts long owed. Like the police restoring order to a fraternity party of consumption that had gone on for sixty years. It was not fair. Three per cent of the population consumed half of the world’s stores and wrote bad checks to pay for it besides. Always a proud country, the Americans had shoved their brand of “freedom” down everyone’s throat. But, now the UN was in charge. Sort of. The guns had been collected by the Obamaites. Part of making America safe for politicians, bureaucrats, and criminals of color. So for the most part, her mission was just tax collection and “peace keeping”. Peace was what the masters defined it as. Collecting wealth was easy. The Sheriff of Nottingham had a lighter hand. Time these Americans learned to bow to their European betters. Her squad was surveying the village for resettlement to a reeducation camp. It would be cleared soon. And the ground returned to the Global Ecological Trust. The small young boy was found huddled with his even younger brothers and sisters in a corner of the basement. Cold. Dirty. Starving. Her squad had learned the bitter combat lesson to leave no stone unturned. Snakes can come out to bite. Hidden enemies bypassed kill; they don’t meekly surrender. Many comrades would not be going home who failed to watch their A double Q and, when time permitted, the squad diligently looked for snake dens in their rear. So, her squad found the parentless family led by a strong heroic very young boy. A camp stove started warming up the hole in the ground. Calling it a basement implied there was a house over head. What do you call a hole covered by debris? They called it home. Precious blankets were distributed. The gift would warm the hearts of the gallant squad men and women more than mere cloth. They’d get replacements; there were always replacements. Food was easy. Rations were always in large supply. Not gourmet, but they prevent starvation. As the squad moved out, the children rushed them. Thinking they were going to get hugs of affection and pleadings not to leave, the squad was surprised. Murphy got them. Improvised knives plunged into breasts and slashed throats. Some caress. Some hug. Weapons were seized and a new guerrilla squad would soon be armed. The blue beret-ed squad would not walk away that day. It was essential that the revolution not leave any survivors to report this devastating tactic. Soon, too soon, the “young boy” would either be killed, or too old to slip beneath the radar. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it. As the “family” moved out to deliver their arms booty to waiting men, they would then once again make themselves “unarmed” and vulnerable; setting another deadly ambush. Living to fight another day. To kill. How many more tyrants? How many more ambushes? Before their luck would run out? The “young boy”, now an “old man”, old beyond his callendar thirteen years, said to the many cooling corpses: ‘Récupération de la pute, salope!” (Payback’s a bitch, bitch!)

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FUN: Just dance!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Sasquatch music festival 2009 – Guy starts dance party

At first it’s weird. Just the guy, dancing to a different drummer. Then, a little supports, as other weirdos join him. Then, everyone wants to be part.

What does one learn from this?

March to your own drum. Who cares what others think!

It’s a fun three minutes.

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GOVEROTRAGEOUS: 7B$ for a worthless TSA?

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

http://lewrockwell.com/akers/akers109.html

Boys and Their Toys by Becky Akers

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In its perennial quest to justify its existence and the $7 billion of our taxes it annually wastes, the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) is up to its usual tricks at American airports. When its screeners aren’t leering at naked passengers on millimeter-wave scanners, they’re manufacturing terrorists from innocuous Americans. Nor do these heartless bureaucrats care about the ruined lives that litter their wake. Neither kids nor US Marines are safe from their abuse, either.

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I blame Bush, a complicit airlines industry (They got non-transferable tickets and unloaded their security problem on the taxpayers), and the sheeple for the TSA.

Another “Post Office” but a very annoying one. I choose not to fly unless I absolutely positively have no other choice! I certainly do NOT volunteer for this treatment.

We have to emulate Ghandi and just refuse to cooperate with the Gooferment.

Argh!

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LIBERTY: The Gooferment is in charge!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D98NEVL80&show_article=1

High court won’t block Chrysler sale
Jun 9 06:27 PM US/Eastern

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WASHINGTON (AP) – The Supreme Court has cleared the way for Chrysler’s sale to Fiat, turning down a last-ditch bid by opponents of the deal.

The court said late Tuesday it had rejected a plea to block the sale of most of Chrysler’s assets to the Italian automaker. Chrysler, Fiat and the Obama administration had warned that the high court’s intervention could have scuttled the sale.

A federal appeals court in New York had earlier approved the sale, but gave opponents until Monday afternoon to try to get the Supreme Court to intervene.

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The bondholders really couldn’t expect “justice” from a gooferment court.

Talk about a stacked deck!

The President’s plan taken before the Government’s Court. And, you expected a different result.

Watch the bond markets now! Nothing is safe from gooferment manipulation.

Now what happens to the Indiana pensioners who just got screwed?

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QUOTE: Solzhenitsyn on desparation

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

“You can only have power over people so long as you don’t take everything away from them. But when you’ve robbed a man of everything he’s no longer in your power – he’s free again.”

~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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WRITING: Behind Every Blade Of Grass (An Index Card Novel)

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

General Sanchez and Colonel Achmed were in fits. The invasion hadn’t gotten off to a very good start. The coordinated bio / nuclear attack had been an initial success. Biologicals — the West Nile Virus’ more virulent cousin — had decimated the population. The invasion needed to wait a week for it to die out. It was estimated that only a tenth of the population had natural resistance. The high altitude energy pulse destroyed all electronics. In that week of quarantine, all semblance of government and society was expected to collapse. There were forty similar invasion forces aligned on all four sides. Muslim, Spanish, and Chinese — all aligned to rid the world of the largest imperialist power. It had all been planned and executed without a single electronic communication. Human couriers didn’t allow the Great Satan’s “intel” in on the surprise.

The Mid Atlantic task force showed up at the appointed time and place. A small seaside beach community on an island just off the mainland. Operations began at 0800 local; delayed two hours as the fleet was waiting for an unexpected fog to lift. Such were the fortunes of war. It didn’t. The motorized landing craft began their runs. Over the dead land, the noise was unmistakable, a wake up call, and call to arms. Someone uninvited was coming.

Unbeknown to the invaders, many survivalists and prepers had planned their bug outs to go to the seaside. Fish, birds, and water. The fish could be caught to supplement; birds trapped. Seawater desalinated by sunshine. Surprisingly, while not friends, there was a modest amount of trade and mutual assistance in the week following the troubles. A rather small island had a surprisingly large number of survivors.

The fat old man was the only survivor on his block. His family, that bugged with him, were buried in the backyard. He heard the engine noise from the sea and thought of Private Ryan. He grabbed his M1A and his ammo and went to a nearby condo. He had forced the doors open scavaging earlier in the week, so it took no time to get to the third floor front, open a window slightly, and start firing at the beach. He could hear he wasn’t alone. About 30 shots in 30 minutes resulted in an anti-tank rocket ending his resistance.

The Greatest Generation had a few tricks left up their collective sleeve. A bunch of loons at the American Legion had a ceremonial howitzer. It wasn’t so ceremonial. They took out the bridge off the island. The VFW had a half-track. It didn’t run any more, but it’s machine gun did. A whole company of invaders found that assumptions about no resistance could be deadly as an 80 year old gunner and and 79 year old feeder got a whole lot of joy out of remembering an old skill.

On the beach, a General and Colonel were getting reports of fierce resistance from survivors. A woman, a child, old vets! Suicidally fighting for no good reason. Leaderless. Without hope. Individuals, pairs, small teams. Damn fog. They couldn’t risk close air in it for friendly fire. The recon found the bridges to the mainland down. That really snafued their plan. As the general signaled the withdrawal, the radio reported many similar failures. Who’d have known that urban drug gangs would turn into such fine light infantry? With automatic weapons too.

Just about that time the American Legion artillery and the VFW scouts had coordinated their efforts. It was their land after all. And, plotting a location with coordinates was a handy skill to have. A runner with a walker “ran” them back. The “location plot” team took out a few more. The American Legion howitzer sent the General and Colonel a special “Welcome to America”. A lucky shot? Devastatingly lucky! Murphy is always around. In this case, the spirit of Audey Murphy. Maybe Sargent York too. As the General lay dying, he thought back to a famous Admiral, awaking a sleeping tiger, and riflemen behind every blade of grass.

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