I didn't realize this was you when I first read it. Of course, now it's a little easier to recognize you-ok and yeah the name goscuter1 is a dead giveaway but that's beside the point. By the by I actually took your advice on this page a while back and deleted so much bloat- it's tricky because Apple designs the bloat to be contingent on other bloat so without one or two key items NOTHING works. So ridiculous.
"Why do I have 6 installed printers when the correct number is 0?" -posted on an apple support forum no less. I KNEW I there was a reason I remembered him from just a few posts back on tyde. True genius is tough to miss, unless you're blind of course.
SKY NIGGA FOR PRESIDENT BITCHEZ- THIS MAN GETS SHIT DONE!
The silence - of 13 months (maybe a few thousand threads of questions) - is absolutely horrifying.
I was posting more on MacRumours and MacApp I think but they cleaned house once I started asking questions about the language packs and linking them to the Church. I logged in one day and almost everything was gone on MacRumours - it's a pity, I wrote a brilliant USB post but I didn't realise the questions were 'controversial' until it was gone.
I'm not Apple's enemy. But Apple disagrees. The truly horrifying stuff I cannot even write about. The phone calls to AppleCare, the mind-numbing sleaze, the filthy insulting lies I desperately lie to myself to try and believe until months later I dry-retch at realising I was setup over and over by these creeps.
I don't particularly like being screamed at whilst Apple 'geniuses' erase video tapes in front of me, telling me to bring the police if I want the video.
I get confused. "Why would I bring police to confiscate an erased tape? Why are you talking about police?"
I just asked him to flash my firmware, which is what AppleCare instructed me to do. Moron starts screaming at me, demanding to know why I'm getting him involved in a fight between me and Apple.
"What did I ever do to you?!", he screamed.
What. The. Fuck. I bring in a Apple machine. He operates an iServe "one-stop technical shop for support". I bring in an Apple machine. He starts screaming.
In the store where I bought this MBA , frustrated with the smirking of the Apple franchise owner who said "no idea" with this moronic smirk plastered across his face to 20-25 questions I politely asked him, I turned on the webcam and started recording him whilst I asked the questions again. He lost his fucking mind. His staff all but shoved customers out the door - unbelievably - to close the store in the middle of the afternoon whilst the owner spent 25 min on the phone with his lawyer (15 of which I recorded, the rest was whispered in a locked back office which I tried to follow him into but was physically prevented from doing so by his staff).
"This is ridiculous. I'm just asking questions."
The fucking Assistant Manager smirks and says in Thai "sorry no speaka Americano".
The irony.
He spoke English fine, but then his indirect employers aren't happy about that. They want us to fight each other, because we're - so - different! They would have us tolerate our 'differences', which are the illusion that results from not being able to understand we're all victims of those who 'cared' enough to cut the world up into 200 plantations, and run campaigns of terror on the vassals of each 'sovereign'. The 'sovereigns' are terrorists, if you're confused.
The only people that have a motive to hurt you are those who - care - about you. Your mother. Your church. Your employers. Your government. They're the ones who make you afraid. Because they're afraid if you act in your own best interests, you won't - need - them anymore.
"Love is all that is left to betray." - le Carre
The franchise owner came out of the 'confidential' discussion with his lawyer visibly relieved and said "I don't have to answer any of your questions".
?
I asked him why he thought he - had - to act in his own best interests? I assumed he would want to.
I Secure Erased the hard drive in front of him and left the store. I can make videos 10x more horrifying than that one. I just have to walk into an Apple service centre, or HP, or DELL. Sony, ASUS, MSi, etc etc....etc.
They're all INTEL. I doubt any of you even understand why monopoly = terrorism. Who's gonna stop them? They terrorise you because sfo you have no choice.
It's good business. It's optimal commerce.
You'd be making a mistake if you thought it was profitable. That's the mistake morons have made since some morons killed a golden goose to get all the golden eggs being laid every day.
You're all incredibly shrewd.
lol in April 2011 I installed my first Linux distribution (ubuntu) and the first thing that queered me out was the X Windows System. Really, world? How fucking stupid are you.
That's X, as in Mac OS X. The X marks the spot where your stupidity and your shrewd intersect.
They're just laughing at you.
In theory, you'll be fine. No one is interested in your dumb lewd 'secrets'.
And in practice. Those who fight for imbeciles who are too moronic to care about their own best interests get screwed. But then, I'm not going to die for you. I will die because of you, but I wrote that story because it was in my best interests for humanity not to gorge maniacally on itself in confusion.
I am going out on a limb here but I don't think you are terribly happy with the diskless booting direction Apple is going in. I certainly was not, and now I am terriefied of it.
Of course let's not bandy around the eventual truth at hand- soon you will hardly have you own computer, you will have a small portable device synced up to the "cloud" where you just borrow some bandwidth and use snippets of their code to form a joke of an operating system.
Secure? What we have *NOW* is hardly secure, and I did not think things could get even less secure but...
Scary scary. I guess you and I and a few people left on this planet remember the intamacy felt from sitting down alone to read a good book. Its the feeling I try to recreate on my laptop and why I work so hard to make sure I am the only person viewing the screen. Privacy is reallly that simple to me, and yet it is also invaluable at the same time. No one could justify a huge greedy corporation being allowed to sit right behind them while they read a book and read from over their shoulder, why should electronic devices be considered different?
Has the battle already been lost though? Perhaps that is the important question.
I asked INTEL what I needed to do about this. This is INTEL's software saying INTEL's hardware is fucked up.
INTEL were bemused. They don't have to answer my questions. They don't have to answer any questions, if they don't want to. They don't need to speak to their lawyers in 'private'. They don't need lawyers.
You do, but then you're very shrewd.
I already knew that. Creeps have been laughing at me for suggesting that...I'm the only person in the world who doesn't need to boot my systems silently from a remote locale.
That's remote in reference to the console. Which is where I sit when I try to boot INTEL's remote-controlled systems.
I don't have access to my CD-ROM drive. But then I've asked INTEL very nicely if I could use it for a spell. I guess they'll get back to me...
It's funny. I post these images and people think I'm posting about my computer. That's kinda funny, but no. These computers are discarded around the world, in hotel rooms I fled from in horror at things that happened after I took photos. Your computer is...stable. And will be, for as long as you shoot yourself in the foot.
Every single storage device is instantly corrupted with thousands of creepy hidden partitions I'm pretty sure I didn't install. I wouldn't even know how to do some of things, like...
18 billion GB partitions. I have lots of them. I thought to myself ca-ching! - I hear morons complain about data storage space all the time. ubuntu was sitting on a goldmine and they didn't even know it. I decided to cut them into the action, mostly because I didn't have a clue how to create these things.
No one on ubuntuforums or Landscape knew, so I opened a Canonical Technical Support account - $200 or so for an annual subscription. I asked them one question, and they closed my account. How about that? I was very 'confused'. It's what happens when I understand everything perfectly.
After my stupidity and indignation with DELL got horrifyingly real, I swore I would never attempt to - force - a corporation into doing something they didn't want to do. But I wouldn't know what else I'm supposed to do?
This is what they do. You like that?
They linked me to ubuntu.com and cut / paste the insulting assistance-for-dummies Help message.
Tick in the box, case closed. Another happy customer. I didn't need - further - assistance, did I?
After two hours of explaining the difference between IP6 and IP4 to the largest ISP in Thailand (they were confused?) on my birthday, I went out and bought myself a present.
It was brand new. 5 minutes later, it was kaput. MSi have had it for 9 months now. I can't find their support emails which are amazing. So helpful. They just keep asking me to assist them with more information. So I do. They ask me to extrapolate. So I do. They ask me what do I mean when I say "the notebook has never been online in its existence". I told them the specs, and explained the definition of "soft deactivation of networking software, the hard deactivation of the - wait for it - HARDware".
"I deactivated both when I bought it", I explain to them. "How could this happen?" they ask, so completely 'confused'. "Virtual Bluetooth?" I tender, "what do I know? I'm asking you."
It's funny. They thought I was MSi Tech Support. MSi Tech Support were confused. I wasn't. That notebook lasted 5 minutes before crashing with a BSOD. The above is the F3 Factory Restore recovery...FAILING to recover.
I don't get angry, I offer helpful suggestions. "Have you thought about encrypting your factory recovery partition, securing it somehow?"
They haven't. They've never heard of encryption. Neither have your 'anti'-virus software providers. How about virtual partitioning? I just want to help MSi help me. Logical block addressing? (so logical! The secrets are proprietary. And the Pope is "The Servant of Truth". I laughed so hard I had to buy his biography for the title alone. Then I stopped laughing. He's not a fool. He's brilliant. You're all going to die. At least, that would be lucky for you).
Five months later, I got a call from MSi. "Fixed?" Apparently. I was shocked, just shocked! I would have gone to pick it up but I made that mistake with HP only the day before. One of my Pavilions was fixed as well. Peculiar timing. I'd forgotten about those old computers. I'd had a dozen 'newer' corrupted machines to focus on in the meantime. But drunk with courage, and alcohol, I steeled myself to do something I swore I would never again do - I strode nervously into the belly of the creepy beast; HP Technical Support HQ for Thailand on Rama IV.
The committee was waiting for me. Junior execs, occasionally a older exec who never says anything and usually realises they have something better to do. I don't blame them. Their attendance was unsolicited. Then there's always some sweet and caring CS staff, who look at me with such pity I have to fight not to throw up. They ask me if they can do anything for me, anything at all? I feel like I'm on a deathbed, I say I'm fine! I need to believe it. I need them to stop reminding me I'm going to die. But they can't look. They ignore me and get me a glass of water, standing back quickly. They don't want to catch what I've got. They don't realise HP gave it to me. They're only vaguely aware they work for HP.
Nothing is more horrifying than the HP waiting committee. No one wants to help me more than my entire HP team. Too large, one would think; but I'm grateful. They bend over backwards, telling me how much they're going to help me. I am grateful. I look forward to them not telling me, and just helping me. I don't need the flowing introduction, and verbosity. I do verbosity better than creeps can. What I needed from HP was HP's help in removing HP's non-default firmware from my Pavilions. 120 modules, all branded Hewlett Packard / INTEL <UNKNOWN>.
"Do you know what these Hewlett-Packard firmware modules are?" This is what I say when I interrupt HP - quite rudely - when they're telling me how much they're going to help me. If I didn't, we'd just sit there for hours as they told me. I move straight to them 'helping' me. They get flustered. I understand. It's very rude to interject when someone is announcing how much they're going to help, and request they skip right to the help. They glance at each other, the way morons do; they're thinking "what a jerk!" They tell me this, unintentionally. People tell me the rudest things all the time without realising it. Everyone speaks ESP. You have to be an imbecile to forget you're speaking all the time, and you tend to tell the truth when you're not saying anything.
They roll their eyes at me, then turn to me and smile like creeps. No, they don't know. They stare intently at my 'Fixed' machines. They are sure they can find someone who does know, would I like them to? I think about saying No. It's what I tell people who ask my permission to use my - private - bathroom. I say "No. You may piss in the corner of the hotel room. My bathroom is for my use alone." They laugh, they think I'm making a lame joke. So they ignore my direct instructions, after asking for my permission. And they just use it anyway. After all, they were just being...polite. Which is really quite rude, isn't it?
You probably think "politeness" is nice. "Show a little respect, gosh!" This is what people say when they never get any. They're always going on about respect. If it was really important to them, you'd think they'd set about - earning - some. But no. They just want the respect. The deference. The hospitality. They know they're important, god dammit. They want to be pampered. Insulted. Treated as if they're VIP when they're too stupid to be important.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T. It means a lot to imbeciles who never get any and can't understand why.
You're polite to everyone, aren't you? You think so. Why can't you be treated with the deference that is your due. The world has been very cruel to you, if you want respect and assert that it be given to you when you've done nothing to expect any and merely demanded scorn and ridicule. You're older, god damn it. The Bible says to respect you. Are you not in a position of AUTHORITY. God damn it. Crack that ruler. Get frustrated. Raise your voice. There you go.
Try not to notice the snickering, in the quiet high school room. You're a teacher of snotty-nosed jerks, who have summed you up instantly. And they will never respect you. It's funny that you're confused. It's tragic you never look around and notice they are capable of respect. They respect others, even other teachers. They just don't respect you. It's impolite but then, so are you. You don't even want to be there. You make it obvious. You're bitter. After all, if you weren't so - unlucky - you wouldn't even be forced to teach. You'd be doing, instead. If only...
"This damn economy."
Morons. They - appreciate - your asking them to go to the toilet. Once you leave their classroom (they'll want to know for a Number 1 or a Number 2, some of them) you can do whatever the fuck you like. You could do a Number 1 and not tell them. Or a Number 2 rofl. Go crazy. Wander around the empty school. My point being, they should just - trust - you? That would be the intelligent thing to you, when you have no power. No control. No influence. And no authority to punish those who disrespect you.
More importantly, why would you even want any of those things? If you want those things, I know more about you than you ever could be expected to. And I will disrespect you, politely. No. You will not be fooled. No one watching would be fooled, either. But I've been very polite, and I'll be smirking at you. So there is nothing you can do, can you? Maybe, your fucking job?
That was always too much to ask of high school teachers. Because it's funny that they say those who cannot do, teach. What makes anyone think they can teach what they cannot do? You should think about that, if you have children.
Polite people think they're being decent when they ask your permission to defecate Christian filth on your face. That's exactly what they're doing when they ask your permission, turning your other cheek to slap it when you refuse. They don't have to listen to you. They were just being polite. You're the one being rude by not insulting them back. Do you mind if they talk with your children, privately. They have some Good News to corrupt them with. Oh you do mind? Well, Spam won't let heathens get in their way. Your children deserve better. And they do.
Your children deserve better than you, if you teach them that it's respectful to be polite. It's what the rudest people in the world do. The only respectful thing to do is be sane, and not insult people with your filthy requests to do what you're going to do anyway. I say No, piss in the fucking corner of the room. Or kindly tell me, why you would ask my permission to use my bathroom? They think I'm being pedantic. I'm not. 7 billion people are raped by their filthy insulting insanity. If you're insane, you do not have a right to urinate over yourself, and creep the entire fucking world out with your coy, your powdered noses and begging my permission to use the Little Girls Room. eww.
I do not give it. And they disrespect me when I say No. Gosh. No wonder they wear a makeup Burqa. I'm not going to beat them, but I imagine some guys would. I just ask them to leave.
It's the polite thing to do when you're being attacked by a Creep. It doesn't matter how pretty they are, if they cannot justify their actions, they are the definition of insane. Ask them to tell you why they would be - afraid - that I would be insane about them using the bathroom and they cannot tell you. They stammer and stutter and say shit like "I'm just being polite" - and then we're back at Square negative 1500. Politely smearing creepy filth all over the world, smothering anything decent with the foundation of their insanity, highlighting their own shame which they are happy to give to you if you're the sort to get embarrassed, they will embarrass you. Then they powder away any chance of fun.
Makeup. It's what you need when you get punched in the face by someone who - loves - you. You know you deserve it. You expect it. You don't leave them, you just cover up your bruises and black eyes and put in an order for your next best friend. 9 months! That's how long it took the last time. What a drag.
They can't tell you why they are afraid you will insane. They're insane. They don't want you using the toilet without asking. You might rummage through their - private - creepy junk. Their lying. Their deceit. Their padded bras and their STD creams. They want to hide all this from you. That's why they're polite, and you're rude! I know this but they are creeps. They won't be able to tell you, they'll just stammer about it not being polite. After all, you might have some Secret Private - classified - Shame in your cupboards and rooms, as well. You have a right to Sanity. If you're insane and trying to hide your filth from me, you don't have a right to infect the world of decency, with your sleaze.
A right to Privacy? I've never heard anything so creepy. I'll pass, no offence. I don't need the offensive, insulting, degrading illusion. I don't have any choirboys hiding in my bathroom.
HP asks me if I want them to find me someone to answer my question about HP firmware. They wait for my response. I try not not to respond, proportionately. That's what the Vatican wants you to do. I grit my teeth and smile, "Yes please. How very nice of you! Sure, I'll wait."
I have nothing better to do.
Hours fly by. 13 months' worth. They return with some technicians straight off the factory floor, who look at the <UNKNOWN> Hewlett-Packard modules and shrug too quickly and apologise too fast (but they're not professional creeps like my committee, so I cut them some slack). But just like my committee of HP creeps, the technicians don't know. Sorry. They wish they did. Can they go back to work, now? I would say Yes, but they're not asking me for permission, they're just looking awkwardly at their managers. Who are apologetic, and disappointed, disconsolate but they've done their best. This is what I gather they want me to accept. Why can't I just accept that? Allow them to SAVE FACE.
I cannot insult them to their face. They cannot make me. They're not stupid. I will not play this moronic game, and pretend - with them - that they are imbecilic. So they don't know what to do. Everyone is awkward, except me. Uncomfortable, but then I'm not exactly living large. I'm not getting high, or loving it, am I? I'm not on a power trip. I just need a working computer. I'm not doing this for fun. They don't realise this. They are perplexed, when I don't leave. So they apologise again. They really thought the technicians might know, but no. They don't know. I don't know. Does anybody know?
They ask random people walking past the conference room. Maybe they know? They ask me, as if I could know. I don't work here. Looking at them, I try to guess if they'll know. I don't think so. They don't know, as it turns out. Who knew? They shrug and apologise. Sorry. They really wish they knew. I tell them not to lose sleep over it. What's the point in our both doing that? They get awkward and leave the room. And so, we're at an impasse at the end of a long afternoon. Having made no progress, I don't move. The managers try to think of something to do, or say. So they ask me to explain to them what - my - problems are...again. Perhaps I left something out that might be helpful? Anything at all? But nup, it's all quite simple really. I think I've adequately covered it?
My brand new Pavilions won't boot. Pretty sure it's these corrupted Insyde BIOS modules, and I show them the evidence of why I know the corrupted motherboards have been flashed with corrupted BIOS software. I change settings in the BIOS successfully. And the Operating System ignores the changes. And everything gets reset at the next boot. They need servicing, I explain to the simpletons at HQ Service Center, with an emphasis on the word "service". They get flustered and uncomfortable because - clearly - my machines are unserviceable. HP made them that way, when I first came in horrified and in a panic, showed them terrifying things about Virtual Bluetooth.
The committee is silent. I am quite practiced, unfortunately. I put on a show no one can argue with. And so they are silent. I am silent. We're all quiet, until I continue.
"These non-default unknown HP firmware modules. 120 of them?" I look around as if to say, "we both know what's going on here." That's not entirely true, but I'm figuring it out as I go. Obviously.
Creeps never tell you anything. They're coy. It's why they never get anything. I ask them what they want me to do? They are power, I live at the pleasure of power, so tell me what I'm supposed to do and I'll do it. I have no choice, do I?
They are horrified. I think I understand. They just want to help me...die.
120 corrupted firmware modules, all labeled <UNKNOWN>. I ask HP if I need a single one of them. I'm being sneaky because they don't know anything about them! They don't even have a clue. So they cannot really say that I do? So they say nothing. I have scored a victory. Look at the scoreoard. I have won.
This is what winning feels like, in this world of ineptitude. Incompetence. Imbecilic idiocy. And a whole lot of morons who think it's trendy. Ingrates. I knew someone like that once. When he played stupid, I didn't like him. When you do, I don't like you.
"Should we remove them?" I ask HP. "What the hell", I shrug. I live dangerously. I'm a rebel. I un-hide my Hidden "System files". Hidden for my benefit, of course. Vomit. And I'm just crazy so I also un-hide my Hidden, Invisible "Operating System files". I am coy, of course. I don't want to frighten them. The truth is I'm even more...reckless. I don't let on that I know there are Hidden Hidden Hidden subsystem files. And many more levels of "Defence-in-Depth". Your systems are protected from you.
I ask them to remove the unwanted protection, which protects creeps from those who would write about their own best interests.
HP just doesn't know. They don't think it's a good idea. They're not comfortable with removing the firmware modules. If they're there, they must be important. Best not fiddle with them? After all, someone has typed "Hewlett Packard" and "INTEL" on most of them. <UNKNOWN> and <OUT OF SPEC> gets auto-added when you don't bother to type anything into the empty fields for information, function and range values.
They can't - risk - damaging my systems by removing their corruption. They wouldn't do that to me. They have a responsibility to insult me with their caring. They're really worried for the health of my systems. They just don't think it's a good idea. I can't persuade them. What am I going to do? Water-board them into acting in their own best interests?
I'm not going to kill their parents or their children bringing unsolicited Sharia law to free them from tyranny? I'm not a mother. I don't assert that I know what's best, when I'm incapable of making a case. I do know what's best, but I'm not going to force your own best interests down your throat. That's what creeps - think - is good parenting. It hurts them more than it hurts you. Your suffering, their suffering. Everyone suffering, in order to be happy. Geniuses!
No, really. You have a right to breed misery.
If I dabbled in unilateral allocation of NATO assets, I'd send a SEAL team to take out 10 African warlords. Four guys could do that mission in a year. No more warlords. Would you be a warlord if you knew some Navy SEALs were going to kill you? You're not suicidal. Neither are warlords. Who would be, could be, but wouldn't dare to be. It's that easy.
If US Special Forces are not up to it, they should just ask the Jews. Mossad could do that shit easy. I didn't even need to watch Poiter get bad-ass on some niggers who didn't like Chariots of Fire (and wrote a very unflattering review). Mossad are commandos, like the SAS but probably sneakier. I doubt they're as bad-ass. I have friends in the SAS who are BAD-ASS. They told me how many ragheads they were going to kill, I laughed.
They were so BAD-ASS. They reminded me of Avril Lavigne. You can't fucking tell her what to do. She doesn't care about you or your opinions or what you think. You can't help her. How dare you! She'll tell you how much she doesn't care about what you think. So don't you fucking tell her what to do!
I didn't?! But she could be a little more convincing about not caring. She could...not care to tell you how much she doesn't care about you. That would be impossibly convincing. I'd be convinced.
I asked my mate Mark (SAS but if you tell anyone he'll have to kill you) who seems to think he's in the Commandos, as he blushes and corrects me, tickled pink and 'embarrassed' at my introducing him as SAS. He likes that, or he used to when he was on his way to kill ragheads. But he didn't like it when I would tell him he really should be saluting me. It's what he was supposed to do, I don't write the maniacal rules. I didn't give a damn about respect, but if you disrespect me you disrespect the Queen. And that...that, I cannot tolerate. So I would order them to salute me. Military discipline, etc. I would remind him, when I was the most inactive Reservist in Australian military history, that I was still an officer. And a gentleman. I told the riff-raff I couldn't tolerate this seditious Republicanism any longer. They were to salute me. Don't make me pull rank, I'd warn them.
So they would drop me and give me 20...wet-willies. God damn fucking immature children. That's who the military recruits. I know this, I was 16 when they fooled me with Tom Cruise. Children posted to the Ghan to kill rag-heads. Children leading the missions, of killer children. This was in the Defence of the nation. After all, we're not pirates. Looters. Criminals. We act only in self-defence, when we kill you. This is the Australian DEFENCE Force, capable of projecting force onto you decades before you could even place Australia on a map. In defence of our "way of life", whatever that is.
We act only when our interests are attacked, in self-defence. And the Pope is the Servant of Truth.
My mates couldn't wait to kill some ragheads. They wouldn't listen to me. They were so Avril! Gosh, it was cute.
They got back from their first tour, I caught up with them in Sydney for cocaine and amphetamine use. They can't drink because alcohol destroys your fitness? And these guys get close to Olympic B qualifying times. But then, millions of athletes do.
"And blow and ice doesn't destroy you", I'd ask them - confused. "What was wrong with me, then", I wondered. I can't lift my arm to press the elevator button. This is what bellboys have led me to believe. I was doing it without even noticing the effort, but then sometimes it's just not worth it to make a scene. And they will make a scene, refusing your attempts to wave them away. They won't listen to you. They know you want to be insulted. That's the polite thing to do, and they'll lose their job unless they terrify you with their unsolicited offers to help.
No. They won't help you by leaving you alone. That would be too easy. I've pursued that avenue.
They know, you're just being polite. They must keep insisting and offering, no matter how many times you - politely - refuse.
"What the hell is the problem with my fat ass", I wondered. I'm pretty fucking unfit. "If I can't blame it on illicit poisons, then what? And where the fuck are my cigaretttes?"
I asked my mate Mark how many rag-heads he killed. He was - so - excited only 18 months earlier, it seemed to me inquiring was the polite thing to do. We all have our dreams. I assumed he was itching for someone to ask, before he would gush. He must have been dying through the small talk. I would help him out, I thought. It's what I do. I like to help, you know. Do you?
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Whoa. He was so angry. I was caught off guard. It's what happens when I drink. I get malicious, accidentally. It's because I don't think, like I normally do. It's malicious to be stupid. But stupid people don't realise that. Those who pretend to be stupid, do. You can bet your laffy taffy that they think they know what they're doing. But they don't know squat. They think they're being stupid, for your benefit. Ask any cab-driver. Politicians are so stupid. I agree with the stupid cabdrivers. Politicians are stupid. The cabbies are correct, but only inadvertently.
It's stupid to pretend you're stupid in order to hurt stupid people. Politicians are very good at doing that. Dubya had you all fooled.
Mark is pretty huge, like 6'3", very nearly an Olympic 800m swimmer but lol. 12 years of swimming 5 hours a day like Thorpedo, is what tens of thousands of people do, who are very nearly Ian Thorpe. You have no idea how nearly. It's worth it, of course. All that pain and suffering and sacrifice. A childhood of torture is the best investment in happiness. Every parent knows that.
Mark is built like a brick shithouse, and he can strangle you with a bear-hug. He's not very affectionate - more of a strong, loud type - so you're pretty safe. Just don't make a joke like, for example, a convincing 'confession' that you're firing blanks or something. A low sperm count? Acht. Mark will put a hand on your shoulder, and I think - maybe - shed the second tear of his life.
"Sorry man". He didn't know what to say. He looked at me with such pity. Like if I told him I was dying of cancer and there was nothing the docs could do. Not knowing what to say, but feeling the pain he knew I'd be going through, he hugged me for like a minute. Maybe it was 30 sec, but I can only hold my breath long enough to inhale a fifth of a B+H Mild, or a third of a Marlboro Light (lighter than mild, if you're confused about the - intensity - in taste, when you're buying poison that kills you in damn near an identical period of time - studies have proved). I was dying within seconds, asphyxiated. I very nearly died, from being pectoral boarded. He didn't feel my frantic beating on his steroids to let go. I think he was crying, is why. I'm not really impotent. I just have no burning desire to sow my wild oats, eww.
Speaking of which, why do you?
Orphans are children, too. They could be yours? But not - I understand - as good? Kindly explain this to me, will you.
Will you do that for you?
I'd seen Mark bumhurt before, but the look he gave me when I asked him how many ragheads he'd killed...
"What the fuck is wrong with you!"
He looked like I told everyone he was impotent,had a low sperm count. Disclosed in confidence, or something. Only to be betrayed. Oh the humanity. He was really gutted. How could I even...oh my god? He looked like he might kill me, or fall sobbing onto my shoulder. Or both.
I understood.
"What the fuck is wrong with me", I thought. About a dozen people were thinking that very thought, simultaneously. In silence. Everyone was looking at their feet, or at the wall, or their phones. Sigh. Another party ruined.
Eventually, the chatter resumed. It wasn't the same, though. I spoke a lot less that night. Mark didn't say another word, for an hour or two. Then he went - alone - to his room. The next day he was good as new.
You better believe it. He does. Do you?
He needs to talk about it. Because, seriously - what a sook. Leaving his own party, over some stupid rag-heads who aren't even human until you kill them. Mark's the worst host ever. Kid doesn't know how to throw a party, if you ask me. Not in this Society.
You have to know your guests. You wouldn't invite me. Every proprietor and host knows that. They have the right to refuse. And in refusing to serve NIGGERS, are they hurting themselves or are they hurting you? Black people have money, too. White slaves don't know that, of course.
"This damn economy."
"HEY I SAID, NO NIGGERS". Look nigger, those are the House Rules. They have the right to reject your custom, and shoot themselves in the foot. You have a right to urinate on niggers, who dream of the day their four little daughters will be - good enough - to sit and play with you.
I'm a nigger, but I have better dreams than you.
I think Mark has killed some children. Or seen a lot of children killed and raped. That's what war is good for, by the way. Those moronic hippies are so silly to be confused. When war breaks out, everyone gets raped. War is - great - for that. What's a child going to do? His or her father killed some of you. Or you think he might have. They should just tell you who did, after all. Raping them hurts you more than it hurts them. You tell them but...morons hate Freedom. What can you do.
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Back at HP HQ, drunk with stupidity - and alcohol - I stagger into the empty offices and see my committee has waited for me, patiently. I mumble something about the traffic, it's a bitch. They had no idea. Except that they do. They commute. They're Thai. They live in Bangkok. Traffic is a bitch. You can tell them this, but you won't shock them. It's like...they already knew?
I didn't know. But when I saw the first smirk, I knew. My committee weren't going to miss this fun for the world. I sighed. I pitied them. This was the highlight of their month, I'll bet. I took my place, on cue. I knew the script before I turned the laptop on, greeted by a DOS message flashing something about "corrupt BIOS" "corrupt RAM attributes". Yawn. The screen flickered off. I didn't see that coming. I played with the power adapter, everything was plugged in. Laptop wouldn't power on. How about that?
I pretended not to notice the snickering and smirking, what jolly good fun! I was handed an HP release form, and asked to sign for it by a guy who couldn't help himself, and forgot his lines. He was laughing too hard. It was too much fun. I understood.
I looked at them all. I could feel the indignation rising. Some have witnessed my indignation, but I am not one of them. I have seen the effects of it, I've put heads into brick walls without lifting a finger. That's power. That shit can kill you, if you're an imbecile who forgets that you don't wield power.
Power wields you.
I had seconds to act, before power would be wielding me. Do I give them their 'victory', and urinate on their faces? It's what I wanted to do, just walk out and let them have their self-defeating 'fun'. But ethics...
Ethics are what you hold onto, when a world of creeps are trying to corrupt you. Ethics are not a chore. Ethics are your own best interests, they're your lifeboat. I wanted to leave these morons to their exploitation, but ethically I was compelled to - not - insult them. I did not have the right to remain silent. They do not have the right to disgrace themselves, raping children with their imbecilic denial and shameful - naughty (but so so hilarious!) - charades and games. I looked at these sniveling humans, making 12,000 baht a month. Which is about what I spent per day, in 2011; on computers. I went backwards, hah. Zero answers. All I could buy were smirks. There's a "NO NIGGERS" sign on the window of every IT store on the planet. I'm the nigger. My money is no good there. For real. They get angry at me for 'tricking' them, and buying an MBA from them without haggling. I pay in cash. They're furious. They know I've tricked them. They're angry, why did I bring them into it? Why couldn't I just buy from someone else?
I did that, already? Pretty much.
Looking at these giggling middle-aged child slaves, in HP's Thailand Service HQ, I was overcome by disgust. Contempt. Exhaustion. Nausea. I was sick to death of creeps urinating on themselves and I had had enough of pretending I couldn't notice the puddles of yellow "oops?". Suddenly, I was suddenly very sober. My head snapped up, and I felt the rush that I know is power. That creepy rush that very tragic and very pathetic fools could easily mistake for...delicious. It's sickly sweet. But it reeks. Where power treads, the stench of bodies and broken wills and coerced embittered victims trails out behind. Wakes and funerals and gnashing of teeth. So pathetic.
Power is what imbeciles use when they want you to do something that isn't in your best interests, and they cannot make the case to you. So they force you. And they win. Right?
Stay down, bitch. Or power will keep dropping you. If you're human, power will keep needing to. Because if you stay down, Power will win...the fealty of a robot. Power is fucking stupid. They should fucking listen to me. Debate me. And then, if they're lucky, they might win when they 'lose'.
I was sick of this "polite society" where creeps are allowed to insult themselves, and you're not allowed to help them understand why they don't want to. That would be..rude. Everyone knows that.
I felt the rush, and someone started talking. When I'm indignant, for all I know it's you. I'm a spectator, but capable of looking only at you. And no one talks when I am indignant. So I can put two and two together, and I get terrified. I don't wield power. Power wields me. I don't like not being in control.
I don't like controlling you, by giving up control of me. More to the point, why would anyone - want - to control you? To bend your will? Twist your arm. Force you to do something you don't want to do? Are they wearing makeup? I think you know who I'm referring to.
When I lose control to indignation, I am not speaking. I only watch reactions. And I see the horror. I see the recognition of Truth in the eyes of brains so tiny, they don't realise they're not - actually - as dumb as they have been led to believe. I watch them understand. I watch them believe. And in HP HQ that evening, I watched them cry.
They didn't want to rape children. No one really does. They just don't realise the Vatican is horribly confused. The Pope is brilliant but there is a picture of him when he was a child, in the clutch of the Church. Innocent. Happy. Smiling. There are no more pictures of him smiling. There are some where he's smirking. And some forced grimaces I think were supposed to be smiles. But he's not happy. How can you be happy killing children? He thinks he has to. And that's the Truth.
These children employed by HQ didn't want to be miserable, no one wants to be unhappy. To live in poverty, and filth and corruption. They cannot afford to pay to pay the bribes the Law will demand, heaven forbid, should there be a 'misunderstanding'. They didn't want to live in miserable conditions, to drive through the suffering of children and pretend not to realise they lived in the world's largest brothel. Greater Bangkok, the red light district of the globe. If you want to fuck children, you'd be insane to live anywhere else. You can kill them for the 'right' price, and it's a price so much lower than it should be. It should price out those who imagine they could want to - profit - from killing children.
Thais are brilliant, but very exploited. They're not stupid. They have eyes. They just pretend to be blind. It's the most - polite - society in the world. And everyone gets raped. If you cannot put two and two together, you'd be Thai. But Buddhism isn't the - sweet - religion you believe it to be. It's hard core exploitation, turning the other cheek. Be Zen. And let your children be raped. Save face. It's what those who rape children would demand from you.
Thais don't know this, of course. Thais don't like unpleasant things. When two girls took their tops off at Songkran, the nation lost it's mind. I laughed. They were shocked - just shocked! - how could teenage girls be so lewd. This was the reaction of Thais who live in a city with 1.1 million child prostitutes.
Touch, but don't look.
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. You don't know anything about Evil. You have plausible deniability. But no one is accusing you? So who are you lying to? Through the din rush of power crashing through my ears, I heard myself yelling as I watched the houses of cards they lived in come crashing down.
"You pretend you're stupid, but you know. You know why HP does this, and you know exactly who they do it to. I write about child exploitation. I write about corruption. I write about the powers that exploit YOU and your children. And this is what you - choose - to do? You think this is fun? This is the highlight of your lives of slavery. You're all excited, giggling like schoolgirls with a secret - but they're not telling yooou! You morons. HP snickering at you. They haven't - trusted - you, brought you into the - inner - circle. You're fools, nothing but NAUGHTY fools. You're naughty, aren't you? Do you feel NAUGHTY? Does it feel good? You're raping your children. Playing idiotic games on people who ask why everyone is oblivious to the silent screams of Bangkok's child prostitutes? You're not stupid. You're not fools. You're just NAUGHTY and pretending to be dumb. You're smirking whilst they rape you. When you drive home, stop and look at the 11 year old prostitutes and the begging. Don't roll up your windows and lock your doors. Roll the window down and tell them what you're doing to them. Smirk at them. Tell them how you're raping them. You know you want to! Wouldn't that be - soooo - NAUGHTY? Tell the victims of you, about what you do. You should smirk at them. I'm not important. You're just confused."
I imagine I said something like that. For 10 minutes. When I stopped, no one was laughing. Two girls were crying. The guy who couldn't keep a straight face couldn't tear his eyes away from his shoes. One had left. The others wanted to.
I walked out, in disgust. Nauseous at power. Disgusted at the powerless imagining they've been given some. Nothing is more disgusting than cutters who think they're being shrewd cutting you when they're just opening up their own veins and spraying their blood all over the room.
HP never messaged me or called me again. I imagine, they were supposed to. The next day, MSi called me with the Good News! Five months, and they'd fixed my 5 minute old notebook. They told me it was as good as new. How interesting. I was unconvinced. They assured me. It was as good as new. They wanted to know when I be picking it up.
"When you tell me what was wrong with the last one? The one that I bought brand new? It lasted 5 minutes. With traffic, it's a 40 minute taxi ride to you. That's when I'll be picking it up. When you tell me what was wrong with the last one."
They seemed confused. I understood, so I slammed the phone down in disgust. They were confused because this is what creeps do when they understand everything perfectly.
And it's why you're all so sure of yourselves. And so shrewd.
hof writing there but back to the corruption. This is horrifying.
Testdisk
Disk /dev/sda - 121 GB / 113 GiB - CHS 14751 255 63
Check the harddisk size: HD jumpers settings, BIOS detection...
The harddisk (121 GB / 113 GiB) seems too small! (< 1951 GB / 1817 GiB)
>> No, Christophe. Apple's filthy hidden corrupt virtual filesystems are too big...
The following partitions can't be recovered:
Mac HFS 46500059 3749546204 3703046146
HFS, 1895 GB / 1765 GiB
Mac HFS 47590267 3750636412 3703046146
HFS, 1895 GB / 1765 GiB
Mac HFS 108701379 3811747524 3703046146
HFS, 1895 GB / 1765 GiB
MS Data 157173759 314345470 157171712
NTFS, 80 GB / 74 GiB
MS Data 205707720 362879431 157171712
NTFS, 80 GB / 74 GiB
MS Data 210893688 368065399 157171712
NTFS, 80 GB / 74 GiB
MS Data 236976127 394147838 157171712
NTFS, 80 GB / 74 GiB
Mac HFS 236978132 238247667 1269536
HFS+, 650 MB / 619 MiB
>> 4 days since ATA Secure Erase blanked this disk. Lion and Windows8 installed. The four partitions in blue are correct. The rest are hidden mirror images and filthy horrifying corruption. Check out the FAT12 1.4mb partitions. Are they...virtual floppy images?
>> The corruption is fucking out of control.
Results
EFI System 40 409639 409600 [EFI]
FAT32, 209 MB / 200 MiB
EFI System 46 409645 409600 [EFI]
FAT32, 209 MB / 200 MiB
MS Data 2048 157173759 157171712
NTFS, 80 GB / 74 GiB
Mac HFS 409640 78534639 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 417143 78542142 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 417224 78542223 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 417481 78542480 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 417674 78542673 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 417803 78542802 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 421204 78546203 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 421405 78546404 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 425182 78550181 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 426887 78551886 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 433960 78558959 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 437553 78562552 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 447829 78572828 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
MS Data 48536009 205707720 157171712
NTFS found using backup sector!, 80 GB / 74 GiB
MS Data 53721977 210893688 157171712
NTFS found using backup sector!, 80 GB / 74 GiB
Mac HFS 74649878 95621655 20971778
HFS found using backup sector!, 10 GB / 10 GiB
Mac HFS 77265108 78534643 1269536
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 650 MB / 619 MiB
MS Data 77890617 78607416 716800
NTFS found using backup sector!, 367 MB / 350 MiB
>> What the fuck is the "backup sector"? Apple's motherboard non-volatile flash memory?
Mac HFS 78534636 156659635 78125000
HFS+, 40 GB / 37 GiB
Mac HFS 78534640 79804175 1269536
HFS+, 650 MB / 619 MiB
MS Data 78534656 79251455 716800 [System Reserved]
NTFS found using backup sector!, 367 MB / 350 MiB
MS Data 78607416 79324215 716800
NTFS, 367 MB / 350 MiB
MS Data 79228003 79234176 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 79234176 79240349 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 79251455 79968254 716800
NTFS, 367 MB / 350 MiB
MS Data 79251456 236976127 157724672
NTFS, 80 GB / 75 GiB
MS Data 79752555 79755434 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 79774920 79777799 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 79804416 236976127 157171712 [BOOTCAMP]
NTFS, 80 GB / 74 GiB
MS Data 83885659 83888538 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 86036923 86043096 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 86043096 86049269 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 86043115 86049288 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 86049288 86055461 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 92011283 92014162 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 93541731 93547904 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 93547904 93554077 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
Mac HFS 95621652 116593429 20971778
HFS, 10 GB / 10 GiB
MS Data 97506899 97509778 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 97906888 97909767 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 98474467 98477346 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 98783947 98786826 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 101492275 101498448 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 101498448 101504621 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 152298300 152319038 20739 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 10 MB / 10 MiB
MS Data 152312187 152315066 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 152352984 152355863 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 155815739 155818618 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
Mac HFS 174159687 174217678 57992
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 29 MB / 28 MiB
Mac HFS 174159770 174217761 57992
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 29 MB / 28 MiB
Mac HFS 174162128 174217607 55480
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 28 MB / 27 MiB
Mac HFS 174162315 174217794 55480
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 28 MB / 27 MiB
Mac HFS 174162396 174217875 55480
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 28 MB / 27 MiB
Mac HFS 174213614 174269093 55480
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 28 MB / 27 MiB
Mac HFS 174217604 174273083 55480
HFS+, 28 MB / 27 MiB
Mac HFS 174217675 174275666 57992
HFS+, 29 MB / 28 MiB
Mac HFS 174217758 174275749 57992
HFS+, 29 MB / 28 MiB
Mac HFS 174217791 174273270 55480
HFS+, 28 MB / 27 MiB
Mac HFS 174217872 174273351 55480
HFS+, 28 MB / 27 MiB
Mac HFS 174226811 174269242 42432
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 21 MB / 20 MiB
Mac HFS 174226886 174269317 42432
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 21 MB / 20 MiB
Mac HFS 174229156 174269171 40016
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 20 MB / 19 MiB
Mac HFS 174229335 174269350 40016
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 20 MB / 19 MiB
Mac HFS 174229416 174269431 40016
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 20 MB / 19 MiB
Mac HFS 174266378 174306393 40016
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 20 MB / 19 MiB
Mac HFS 174269090 174324569 55480
HFS+, 28 MB / 27 MiB
Mac HFS 174269168 174309183 40016
HFS+, 20 MB / 19 MiB
Mac HFS 174269239 174311670 42432
HFS+, 21 MB / 20 MiB
Mac HFS 174269314 174311745 42432
HFS+, 21 MB / 20 MiB
Mac HFS 174269347 174309362 40016
HFS+, 20 MB / 19 MiB
Mac HFS 174269428 174309443 40016
HFS+, 20 MB / 19 MiB
Mac HFS 174306390 174346405 40016
HFS+, 20 MB / 19 MiB
Mac HFS 182252328 182274055 21728
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 11 MB / 10 MiB
Mac HFS 182253784 182274223 20440
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 10465 KB / 10220 KiB
Mac HFS 182274052 182295779 21728
HFS+, 11 MB / 10 MiB
Mac HFS 182274220 182294659 20440
HFS+, 10465 KB / 10220 KiB
Mac HFS 182294656 182315095 20440
HFS+, 10465 KB / 10220 KiB
Mac HFS 182295776 182317503 21728
HFS+, 11 MB / 10 MiB
Mac HFS 182734806 203706583 20971778
HFS found using backup sector!, 10 GB / 10 GiB
MS Data 186342443 186345322 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 186350107 186352986 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 189929051 189935224 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 189935224 189941397 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 194199619 194202498 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 194613724 194634462 20739 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 10 MB / 10 MiB
MS Data 195660059 195666232 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 195666232 195672405 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 196302952 196305831 2880 [EFISECTOR]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 196306072 196308951 2880 [EFISECTOR]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 196322448 196325327 2880 [EFISECTOR]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 196325336 196328215 2880 [EFISECTOR]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 196627171 196633344 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 196633344 196639517 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 197701371 197707544 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 197707544 197713717 6174 [Boot]
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 201942784 201945663 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
Mac HFS 203706580 224678357 20971778
HFS, 10 GB / 10 GiB
MS Data 207520935 207527108 6174
NTFS found using backup sector!, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 207527108 207533281 6174
NTFS, 3161 KB / 3087 KiB
MS Data 208585419 208588298 2880 [NO NAME]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 231394400 231397279 2880 [EFISECTOR]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
MS Data 231397280 231400159 2880 [EFISECTOR]
FAT12, 1474 KB / 1440 KiB
Mac HFS 235708600 236978135 1269536
HFS+ found using backup sector!, 650 MB / 619 MiB
interface_write()
1 P EFI System 40 409639 409600 [EFI]
2 P Mac HFS 409640 78534639 78125000
3 P MS Data 78534656 79251455 716800 [System Reserved]
4 P MS Data 79804416 236976127 157171712 [BOOTCAMP]
write!
No extended partition
ntfs_boot_sector
3 P MS Data 78534656 79251455 716800 [System Reserved]
NTFS found using backup sector!, 367 MB / 350 MiB
Boot sector
Status: Bad
Backup boot sector
Status: OK
Sectors are not identical.
copy backup boot sector over boot sector
Corrupted file $UpCase
ntfs_mst_post_read_fixup_warn: magic: 0x454c4946 size: 4096 usa_ofs: 48 usa_count: 2: Invalid argument
Actual VCN (0x3800000001) of index buffer is different from expected VCN (0x0) in inode 0x5.
ntfs_mst_post_read_fixup_warn: magic: 0x04010400 size: 1024 usa_ofs: 1026 usa_count: 1026: Invalid argument
Record 6 has no FILE magic (0x4010400)
Failed to open inode FILE_Bitmap: Input/output error
ntfs_mst_post_read_fixup_warn: magic: 0x02000200 size: 1024 usa_ofs: 514 usa_count: 513: Invalid argument
Record 5 has no FILE magic (0x2000200)
repair_MFT
NTFS at 4888/141/54
ntfs_device_testdisk_io_ioctl() unimplemented
NTFS filesystem need to be repaired.
ntfs_readdir failed
ntfs_dir: ntfs_inode_open failed
MFT and MFT mirror are bad. Failed to repair them.
TestDisk exited normally.
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>> Christ I'm exhausted and sick of this bullshit.
you'd have to do an extended scan on your drive with TestDisk to see the corruption Disk Utility throws into the 'proprietary' formula
I ran testdisk in fact and it found after running nearly 9 freaking hours) several thousand files for me. Oddly enough through there is is so much corruption all I can really use are lines of text, nothing else seems legitimate. Some of the smaller pictures like a safari icon for example, but nothing else. I'm sure a good compiler can make use of quite a few but I have no idea where to find much less use a compiler. Over 30 files of varying type well over a gig in size which I found strange. It delivered a 30gig address book file for example, several 2gig text documents and just THOUSANDS of weird random things. None of it useful. I had run a 3 wipe pass with disk utility on the hard drive not long ago, few months perhaps, and I have to say it's completely useless. Some of the data I found goes back to when I first got my laptop and was very recoverable despite my having used disk utility and a variety of other erasers in the past. I haven't dbanned the HD yet, though that is my next move, for for curiosity's sake more than anything else.
You can wipe your SSD (you have a MBA right?) with # hdparm commands. Nothing is going to get it cleaner. If you're not comfortable with using a Terminal you can do it from the GUI booting with PartedMagic distribution, which is a powerful little 180mb ISO.
I don't know if ATA Secure Erase / Enhanced Secure Erase commands actually wipe your drive, but I suspect in this creepy industry it's a redundant consideration as you're almost certainly booting from a virtual machine without even realising it. That is, a Virtual Machine on Apple's / Microsoft's private servers - they're just giving you the illusion that everything is hunky-dory like in the days of Windows XP SP1. Technology is advancing so fast and you can't even keep up with what they can do - not that they're even going to tell you, but I'm not exactly talking out of my ass here. I've booted into virtual machines that suddenly 'turned' into Windows on my hard drive.
But you can walk through a drive with MHDD and see the difference between even Secure Erase and Enhanced Secure Erase. The latter is pretty convincingly 'wiped'. And you can dd to stdout any part of your disk like so:
or whatever. Once you do an ATA Enhanced Secure Erase, it takes 40 seconds and every sector on your SSD is - supposed - to be completely wiped (according to INTEL). On the face of it, it seems as if that could be right because I've dd piped to stdout in a terminal and was rewarded with pure whitespace for half an hour.
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As for residual corruption a 'fun' test to do is install Genuine Windows from a Microsoft-pressed OS disc or Lion from the AppStore $69 USB stick, onto a brand new SSD (offline, of course).
Then run Seagate File Recovery on that disk.
I did that. And I was so horrified I posted the results on Facebook. I wanted to compare the horrifying corruption with other hard drives to work out if I was going to die or the entire world was. I have binary files showing NT_SERVICES carving it out its own secret Bitlocker-encrypted hidden virtual partition. I posted it on Facebook worried people would over-react.
Hah! Hahahha.
Nah they couldn't care less. They're so shrewd! I had 514 Facebook friends. Zero people gave a fuck. I asked some to do 'me' a favour and scan their disk for corruption. hahahah
Nah they had better things to do. hahhahah. What a crackup. They're not even human anymore. I'm not entirely convinced any of you are.
What have you done with Tapper you machines?
Quote:
I love proving corporations wrong and expose willful deceipt. Telling foks that buy your machines that a program does something as crucial as wiping data when, in fact, it does not is unconscionable.
Okay you are probably still human but you need to understand, the - sole - purpose of a corporation is to limit the liability of those who own it. It's a reverse freeroll on insanity. Sure, it's almost too fucking moronic / exploitable to be plausible, but this is the world we live in. With a straight face, you could have appeared on CNN and Bloomberg and MSNBC and pontificated using idiotic, nonsensical 'logic', asserting theories as facts and talking about "the Invisible Hand" as if you weren't dumber than a six-grader. This is fucking hilarious. I always thought so.
Now it's just nauseating. Because the Obvious just happened. And like every child who wasn't moronic could have told you, the market wasn't going to regulate itself in competition. Now that the Obvious has just happened, with a straight face, you can appear on CNN and Bloomberg and MSNBC and pontificate using idiotic, nonsensical 'logic', asserting theories as facts and talking about "the Invisible Hand" as if you weren't dumber than a six-grader. It's fucking unfathomable. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Or piss all over the TV.
People are too stupid to exist. It's really just that simple. They won't exist for much longer. There are geniuses running around drunk with power because pretty girls called them creeps and shit and they're getting EVEN hahahah.
The Church thought they were maniacal geniuses inventing self-defeating emotional 'concepts' like revenge. You can imagine them cackling with glee. Morons. It's genius yes, but they're morons. They cannot take a line of predictable to its conclusion. And now the world is going to burn.
He's no HST but I read Palast's "Vulture Picnic" and it's just...I mean, you know all this stuff if you're not a moron already but it's just surreal no matter how many times it happens. These people are batshit crazy. I'm talking about the miserable buffoons who inherited the world. And are drilling it into the ground slaughtering and destroying entire nations for...?
To be bigger than BP. To be bigger than Exxon. To be bigger than each other. Fine fine fine, but they're all billionaires? And not one of them is happy. Fact. It's fucking hilarious. There's this bit about the worst of the vultures, as related by the guy's ex-wife who talks about his relationship with his mother and omg. People will think it's fabricated but no hahah. No no no, this is the reality. Nothing else can explain the insanity. It's insanity.
"Money makes the monkey jump."
The inmates aren't running the asylum. It's far, far worse than that. Mommy's boys who didn't get any from girls who thought they were creeps in high school and college are running riot throughout the world. It's fucking hilarious. How much money do you need before you stop and have fun?
The answer: When you have it all.
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You know what the perfect crime is?
It’s the one that’s not illegal.
Sanford “Sandy” Weill must have thought John Dillinger was schmuck.
Weill didn’t bother with a few greenbacks in the bank vault. Weill stole the whole bank. In April 1998, Weill’s company, Travelers Group, an agglomeration of investment banks and other hot financial operations, took over Citicorp. Weill, now running the freshly minted Citigroup, made millions off the deal. The merger was brilliant–and against the law.
While Dillinger, the fool, used fast getaway cars and Tommy guns to avoid the law, Weill simply had the law repealed.
The law was the Glass-Steagall Act, signed by President Roosevelt in 1933. Glass-Steagall prohibited banks that take deposits (“commercial” banks) from merging with “investment” banks. Investment banks, despite the upright name, are financial casinos, which can make high-stakes, high-risk bets on stocks, bonds, currencies, derivatives, weather, whatever.
Glass-Steagall was based on a deal FDR made with banks during the Great Depression: The government would guarantee savings accounts, but the banks could not then use those government-backed deposits to finance loading up a poker table with chips to play a two-pair bluff.
Of course, the world would be a much happier place today, and Greece would not have burned, if Weill and his fellow banksters had simply taken a trillion dollars and blown it on a weekend in Vegas.
I’ve done a quick calc on Weill’s deal that broke the law (I mean, literally shattered it). The stock of the combined Weill companies popped up by $24 billion on the day of the announcement. Nice. The fools and the fleeced were told the combine “created value.” The hell it did. It created a government guarantee for Sandy’s casinos. The American public, in effect, put up insurance valued at $24 billion of Citigroup.
Weill’s bank heist was an inside job. Removing the law that formed the rock-solid foundation of America’s financial structure would require a lot of demolition work by U.S. Secretary of the Treasury Robert Rubin, who recommended that Congress repeal Glass-Steagall and oversaw the Treasury as it helped to relax similar global financial regulations. Bob Rubin’s jackhammer on Glass-Steagall was effective–the law’s demolition was signed on November 12, 1999, just four months after Rubin left Treasury and just two weeks after he joined Sandy Weill to help run Citigroup.
Rubin picked up $126 million in payments from Sandy’s now-legal operation. That was not a payoff. That was compensation. There’s a difference: six letters. Count ‘em.
These are the guys running the world. Under the watchful eye of the Holy See's money-men. Who also sit on the board of GoldmanSachs and some of the largest companies in the planet, like Apple. It's not a conflict of interest, don't be ridiculous.
The Church doesn't get involved in Politics. And what use does the Church have for worldly things? Please. They care only for the ethereal. "If you cannot forsake all that you hath, you cannot be my disciple." (ref: Jesus Christ). Literally everyone knows that.
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You can't go throwing words like "unconscionable" around or people won't take you seriously. Yes, it's unconscionable, but when's the last person you met who was capable of acting in their own best interest? People don't have consciences. They're flat out blocking out the horrors they inflict with their greed, or trying to be convincingly sociopathic so as not to appear 'weak'.
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"Here I talk about africa for some reason"
I have no idea why nor do I follow. What in the bloody hell are you talking about man??? Perhaps more important than why WHO IN THE FIRST PLACE???
It's all about Africa. As in, if you want to see what they're going to do to you once Africa has been mined through, look at Africa. That's your future.
One of the sneakiest tricks a manipulator can pull is the illusion of comparative misery. So long as others are worse off than you, you can tell yourself you're doing okay. Of course, your DNA will scream at you and you won't like it because when humans get slaughtered it's not your problem. Your DNA begs to differ but you will override that shit.
There is nothing anyone can do or say or make happen, that can even slow down this acceleration of fuck. Nothing will reverse this hilarious descent into horror. It's game over, I'm deadly serious. The logic is faultless. And logic says, "You're all going to die. If you're lucky."
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I have no idea literally why you are talking about intel or monopolies but sure I would vote for you. Intelligent slightly crazy types make the best leaders.
They're all linked together. If I don't adequately link them, it's because I'm incorrectly assuming things are obvious when they might not be obvious - or as obvious - to others.
INTEL has a monopoly, and that has implications that are mind-blowing. If you accept INTEL has monopoly control (and you'd be a fool if you - believed - anything but the obvious logical reality), then INTEL runs the world. They can do - or say - anything they like and you can tell them to fuck themselves if you like and go farm tomatoes. That's what it boils down to. They're not going to kill you, why the fuck would they waste their time?
You'll just get Denial of Service. Game over. Deal.
Of course, INTEL is controlled by the Holy See. I knew this before I knew this. I loved INTEL. They're competence in an industry of imbecilic morons who can't get it together. INTEL got them together. In some ways, the IT industry is going to be incredibly better off. In other ways, you're all going to die. hahah.
The geniuses with minds so advanced, I cannot - hope - to keep up with them, are social buffoons, or completely disassociated from the reality on the ground. The Church has some of the brightest minds on the planet running strat, but they're not in control. They're so busy spinning the world out of control in order to control it, they forgot to put in stop-gap measures and safety nets and checks / balances. And then, hah, the 'unthinkable' happened (they didn't even think about this)...the corruption they fed into humanity infected the mothers who (uh oh) gave birth to those who picked up the reins when they kicked it.
You can be insane and sane at the same time. Look at Africa and you will understand why the world is going to descend into anarchy. We're entering into the Era of the Warlords, and if you know anything about the last few centuries - you'd understand we've really been in that era since the Holy Roman Emperor did the most brilliant thing ever. Would be hard to imagine he could have foreseen how it was going to spin out of control, but when he pulled all of Europe's OFFENDED and INSULTED warring Dukes together, hammering out the treaties of Westphalia where they drew lines all over the known world and patted each other on the back creating the illusion of legitimacy (bad luck for their vassals); it was - god - damn - genius.
The Holy Roman Emperor basically collected all these self-proclaimed warlords together and created the modern world as you know it. The illusion of 'sovereign' nation-states was thus manufactured out of thin air. The 'sovereigns' (who all answer to the Emperor, i.e. the Pope) were basically the most cunning and manipulative of the vassals around them. Convince 1000 vassals to be willing to die for you and you could have been a sovereign too. It was - inspired - genius. The whole of Europe was at war, with these vassal armies clashing with each other and launching raids which amounted to rolling campaigns of 'vendetta' - when you wanted a neighboring duke's shit, you just told all your vassals that the other guys vassals were marching and voila - the other guy is going to tell his vassals to suit up or his vassals are going to be your vassals. The Holy Roman Emperor saw opportunity in the chaos and gathered all the dukes together and parceled out what wasn't his to give away. The dukes were happy because it legitimised what they were effectively squatting on by virtue of "might is right" (and the mightiest have always been those who could leverage more influence on vassals prepared to die for them).
The entire thing was the greatest trick played on moronic vassals in history. I'm just not sure vassals were ever actually...human. Imprinting is creepy fucking shit. If you're imprinted, you're not human anymore; I don't give a fuck if you look like one.
This world made me damn near insane trying to understand the madness, and I eventually just gave up. Nothing made sense. Imbeciles were all too imbecilic to be real. Then I read the entire Treaty of Westphalia and hah. It all makes PERFECT sense. Everything makes sense. And you're all going to die.
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SOOOOO,,,,,,you are saying you think Intel coded motherboards such that they can be turned off remotely in batches which, I presume, is how they are purchased by big companies like power companies for example. Sure, they probably do, but then again I am pretty sure Iran would have every single part inspected on the way in before being wired in to everything else. They might be stupid enough not to, but China and Russia would catch anything so obvious 100%.
I'm not sure you understand how a monopoly...works...? You seem to be confused. If Iran and China and Russia have a problem with INTEL, and 'catch' what only INTEL could even really know (or maybe you don't understand technology, and the nature of invention - if I invent something and don't tell you about it, how are you going to - catch - it out of the air); what - in god's name - do you expect them to do?
The simplified answer: Tomato farming.
You see?
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We used Stuxnet because shit needed to get done and I presume
Ah this is where you're going wrong. I can help out here....
There is no "we". There is warlords and there are vassals. Your government is not your friend, they're your exploiters. They...expressly terrorise you in PARTNERSHIP with the government of Iran (which has never been even subtle about their exploitation of Iranian vassals, you should read about the boy soldiers of the Iran-Iraq War - they had more boys than bullets so they used them 'appropriately').
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Under the slogans "War, War until Victory" and "The Road to Jerusalem Goes through Karbala",[76] Iran advanced. A tactic used in this advance noted throughout the world was the encouragement of heroism among young Iranian basij volunteers who launched human wave attacks on Iraqi positions. The volunteers were inspired before battle by tales of Ashura, the Battle of Karbala, and the supreme glory of martyrdom, and sometimes by an actor (usually a more mature soldier), playing the part of Imam Hossein himself riding a white horse, galloping along the lines, providing the inexperienced soldiers a vision of "the hero who would lead them into their fateful battle before they met their God."[77]
The "martyrs" signed "Passports to Paradise" as admission forms to the Basij were called, given a week of basic military training by the Pasdaran, and then were sent to the front.[75] These attacks cost Iran massive casualties, as they were met with fierce resistance from defensive positions, along with artillery and rocket fire.[55]
Iran had been using combined-arms operations to great effect when it was attacking the Iraqi troops in its country, and had launched the iconic human-wave attacks with great support from artillery, aircraft, and tanks. However, lack of ammunition meant that the Iranians were now launching human-wave assaults with no support from other branches of the military.
Do you understand the realities of the world? You must understand, if you are capable of being a Basij, your government will use you as one. If you're not, they're not entirely happy about that but they will make do.
The only person who can protect you from being a boy-soldier who volunteers to run over mine-fields, is you. And that's bad luck for children who have demented nationalistic vassals as parents.
However, lack of ammunition meant that the Iranians were now launching human-wave assaults with no support from other branches of the military.
Just...oh my god. Read it again and again if you don't - appreciate - the reality of these butchers, who just happen to run the world. hahah
If you don't understand how your warlords are - identical (in attitude) - then that is ignorance you need to remedy. It's beneath me to spell out that Obvious reality.
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I have solved their dumb shit and they're too creepy to be alive. But they run the world. And they think they need to make you dumber than a Saudi Arabian female fifth grader. They're failing at being evil, laughably. They're just urinating all over the world's whores trying to hang onto control. The inmates aren't in the control room. We're NOT that lucky. It's empty, and they're not going to get in - or when they do, they're going to be horrified because you're all unlovable now. You want what you can't have etc. As a robot you? They'll just scream in horror. They? Apple? Wealthy Jews? Who is they?
The Holy Roman Emperor and his vassal warlords. Who else?
I'm not entirely sure they're going to scream in horror at the robots they're desperately - frantically - trying to turn the human race into. But that's what I mean when I say you're all going to die, IF YOU'RE LUCKY.
If you're not, you're going to form robot vassal armies. And be thrown against each other like marbles. Then retreat, breed, rebuild. And again. Retreat, breed, rebuild. AGAIN.
This is the future. I cannot see a thing. I just do logic. And the only person capable / willing to find holes in my logic is me.
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They could turn this shit around. Well they could if they listened to my 'genius'; which boils down to "hey morons stop fucking lying to everyone you care about - you're not fucking crafty enough to be that stupid. Stop trying to be happy by killing, raping, molesting, exploiting and deceiving everyone you come into contact with. That's not an advisable way to pursue happiness, you imbeciles." Pretty accurate, that the powers that be would actually solve their own problems keeping things running by stopping most of the bullshit but politicians love stupid voters as they are easily swayed and corporations love stupid customers so the net sum=stupid of course. It will not be changing.
Voting. lol
They give vassals a choice between Red and Blue. And the vassals fight with each other, eternally frustrated and confused and terrified of the other vassals' guy. Each side is oblivious to the hilarious and horrifying reality that is GOP and Dem candidates campaigning from the ideological poles, and governing in the totalitarian centre.
Once you read the Treaty of Westphalia, everything - I really do mean everything - clicks together into perfect 'sense'. They're moronic idiots. But they're not...as moronic as the vassals they rule. They keep everyone stupid, for that reason.
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No one listens, but I don't think that makes me stupid. You are definitely ^NOT^ stupid. You all think you're very bright but you're too retarded to be plausible. You're not crafty. African niggers think they're crafty, putting guns to 10 yr old boys' heads and telling them if they don't pick up a rifle and get drunk and join the Army like all good 10 yr old boys, the warlord will rape his little sisters and kill his father in front of him. The kids pick up the rifles. Obviously. Well again we are talking about Africa, and killing, and I don't know why..but you are right, for whatever that means to you.
I am right even when I'm not if the logic fits, until it doesn't then I'm wrong even if I was right all along. My point being, I couldn't care less about being 'right' or 'wrong', I only care about the logic making sense. Entrenched positions are cute. They almost drove me crazy, but it's cute that vassals take ownership of their idiocy in such a - cute - way.
But yes I'm absolutely right. Unless I'm not. But I am. And the reason I'm talking about African warlords is because Africa = [insert your Westphalia illusion here]. It's merely the best - example - for illuminating the reality of the world of creepy illusions they manufactured to control their various plantations of vassals. They're all acting out ludicrous charades in tandem, in sort of a conspiratorial competitive environment where I - think - the only real rules are (imagined / perceived) mutual self-interest...and fealty to the Holy See. I'm speculating of course, but it's really not important. What's important is that their entire frame of reference is domestic exploitation first and foremost.
Everything you grow up believing is a farcical illusion designed - almost primarily - to fuck with you. They breed vassals to serve a purpose. Your entire world has been constructed for you. It's not even complex, it's almost too horrifically simple - but like I said these guys aren't all-knowing geniuses. They're just warlords who know what they know and they control the information flow.
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"Apple have everything you - place, type, upload, mount or comes within radio frequency of...online, and so do Microsoft. Creepiest fucking industry alive but then my problem is not with Apple or Microsoft or even the Unix kernel which every operating system in the world is built on (but the queer way they talk about it as if there were other kernels is noted - intelligently - by me, and not by morons). "
See this is more in line with what I thought I was talking about, the saving of data the why the where the how much etc. I want answers to those questions. For example, my mbp came with a variety of scripts which were/are "proprietary" and "maintained by Apple" and they expressly prohibit you from editing them. Ok, sorry, I didn't pay $1200 for a fucking machine that is 98% mine, I own this bitch. Oh, wait, no I don't, not if I am using Apple OS, which is never sold only "leased" as they say. IDK what to say about that, but I do know that without good effort Apple can access mine or your machine anytime remotely. It's very hard to get rid of their presence and when you mess with certain systems a defense mechanism kicks in an disables all security including firewall and password and edits the Authorization file in /etc/authorization I have personally witnessed this happening to me LIVE. On top of that, they installed "temperature sensors" for "the fan" which needed to be installed ^RIGHT^ then and there and not only were the locations secret but the descriptions were "proprietary apple parts" or some bullshit. I could neither find nor identify them and if I didn't so hawkishly monitor my logs I would never have noticed. You can try yourself, if you do not believe me.
It is truly beyond belief how creepy these sleazy creeps are. Nothing can be ruled out. And if it's possible - and creepy - they're doing it. 100%. You would have to be an imbecile to believe otherwise.
Really early on in this ordeal, I was reading an /etc file - ubuntu I think, maybe Debian - and I almost vomited. It said something like:
"lots of tasty goodies for sys admins "
Fucking creeps. Pretty girls did this to them. This is my theory until I hear a better one for how a boy turns into that kind of a 'man'.
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2- I was not talking about the Lion recovery gay partition that every sane person deletes after installing Lion (though close to it). It is in fact called "INTERNET RECOVERY". You cannot reach it while a functioning Lion recovery partition is alive. You have to delete the Lion recovery partition /dev/disk0s3 to get the cmnd R to produce Internet Recovery. When you boot into that it looks very similar to Lion recovery minus a couple utilities and I can assure you, it is a separate disk from your hard drive but contained somewhere in the machine. not sure where. I can take a screen shot if you do not believe me but it's certainly there. When booted into it my <diskutil list> output shows me that /dev/disk0 is my hard drive and /dev/disk1 is this file system, specifically /dev/disk1s3 which is "Mac OSX Base System" and no nothing will delete it.
Oh sorry I was confused. No I know all about that creepy image. I think that's supposed to be sealed in the motherboard's non-volatile flash memory. Where INTEL motherboards are supposed to have their BIOS. But who knows with these lying creeps.
It's not on the hard drive - that's a fact. You can pull out your drive and boot into EFI Grub2 though I couldn't tell you how to do it, just that I've done it - I've got a video of it somewhere. EFI is so so creepy but yeah whatever. You cannot erase that shit, it's part of the firmware where they store their corruption. And it's why Apple are the creepiest technology company of them all. They are so - stunningly - brazen in their flat refusal to allow the most innocent things...and unfortunately I have experienced the 'reason' they do this the really horrifying way.
They're so obsessed with control, it's hilarious. Creepy just seems - inadequate, as an adjective, to describe these creeps.
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3-Last night- just LAST NIGHT if you can believe it- my friend who taught me damn near everything important I have ever learned tells me while on this topic for discussion "wait- I just realized you never once mentioned getting a new hard drive. You know they're like $50-100 right? I assumed you had some attachment to the old one but all the trouble to keep it healthy is pointless- just buy a new one". I was floored. For some reason I pictured a new Hard Drive running into the hundreds of dollars. The fucking things can be replaced as easily as a mouse for fucks sake. I felt stupid.
Yeah that's because it's not about the hard drive. They just want morons to get focused on that. I wasted a year on "drives", but then no one will talk about the firmware because there's no answers except...horror.
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I thought I was the only one who noticed. And apple could be at least slightly more plausible when creating these forgeries. I mean, the person answering could have a fake apple employee title or something on the forum, not a random person scared they're being spied on being soothed by the words of "thats the system daemon that starts your facetime camera" coming fro.m random poster#59997
We are stupid but we aren't THAT stupid.
They do only what they have to and they know their vassals. The 'horror' is merely a function of not knowing their vassals. I literally lived my entire life clueless as to how stupid my own friends were.
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By the way does anyone know what the heck I can use to make sense of the files recovered by test disk? Or if they don't work then that's just corruption and don't bother trying?
Seagate File Recovery utility..? I've only ever been obsessed with getting rid of the millions of corrupted DDoS files which crashed and polluted everything. What I saw using the viewer on Seagate's utility was too horrifying to make me think I could possibly want to - recover - any of the horror.
I suspect in this creepy industry it's a redundant consideration as you're almost certainly booting from a virtual machine without even realising it. That is, a Virtual Machine on Apple's / Microsoft's private servers - they're just giving you the illusion that everything is hunky-dory like in the days of Windows XP SP1. Technology is advancing so fast and you can't even keep up with what they can do - not that they're even going to tell you, but I'm not exactly talking out of my ass here. I've booted into virtual machines that suddenly 'turned' into Windows on my hard drive.
That model turns into this.
Look they're not perfectionists. Needs a little 'troubleshooting', but they'll get there.
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