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Camping with the family in South Dakota, what a wonderful state. Got my pocket pistol, neck knife, and tactical pen and realized none of it was necessary. Gov. Noem left this place in a greater state than what she inherited it from. Really happy to be in this great state again!
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The year is 1956. Your mother is expecting you, and her doctor smokes through the appointment. More doctors smoke Camels than any other brand, the adverts say, and he tells her a few a day will settle her nerves and keep the baby small for an easy birth.
The year is 1960. Your first proper shoes come from a shop with an X-ray machine in the corner. You slide your feet into the slot and watch your own toe bones wriggle, green and glowing, while the assistant checks the fit. You go back every time your feet grow.
The year is 1961. Your mother is expecting your sister and the sickness is bad. The chemist has a new tablet, advertised as completely safe in pregnancy. Your sister arrives the next year alongside 10,000 other babies whose mothers took it, and some of them arrive without arms.
The year is 1964. Three sore throats, so the tonsils come out, as they do for over a million children a year on both sides of the Atlantic. Twenty beds, and the promise of ice cream. Nobody asks what the tonsils were for. They were the immune system, and the operation never did much for the throats.
The year is 1972. You are sixteen and every car on earth runs on leaded petrol. The lead comes out of the exhaust and settles on the playground, the vegetable patch and the blood of every child walking to school. The men who put it in the petrol knew what it did to a brain in the 1920s. The ban arrives in your forties.
The year is 1981. Your mother's hands have gone stiff. The doctor has a new arthritis tablet with the biggest launch the drug industry has ever mounted. Two years later it is pulled on both sides of the Atlantic, with dozens of pensioners dead whose kidneys could not clear it. She gets off lightly: the sun burns her on it, and she spends a summer behind the curtains.
The year is 1991. Your father is diabetic, and the dietitian hands him a sheet. More than half his calories are to come from carbohydrate: bread, potatoes, pasta, cereal. His sugar goes up on it, so his insulin goes up with it, and his waist follows. He does as he is told for twenty years.
The year is 1998. Your back has gone. The doctor has a new opioid, and the rep carries a letter from a medical journal saying addiction on it is under 1%. The letter is five sentences long. The company pleads guilty twice, and by the second time more than half a million Americans are dead.
The year is 2002. Your knees hurt, and the doctor has a new pill that is kinder on the stomach. You take it for two years, the same two years the maker is sitting on its own heart data. It is withdrawn with as many as 140,000 heart attacks laid at its door. Your heart was fine. The man next door's was not.
The year is 2008. Your wife has a prolapse after three children, and the surgeon fits a strip of plastic mesh. Once the tissue grows through it, it cannot come out. Australia apologises to its women in 2018, America bans it in 2019, Britain apologises in 2020. Your wife gets hers by press release.
The year is 2026. You are seventy, and the new doctor has a screen and a number for everything. The meat on your plate is a hazard. The oil in the bottle is good for your heart. The injection is for life. He is the age the first doctor was when he lit a Camel in front of your mother, and every bit as sure.
Not one of them was a rogue. Every one was the standard of care, taught to the next doctor, printed on the leaflet, and handed to a family with no way to check it.
You have spent seventy years as the experiment. The results come out after you are gone, under somebody else's name, and the chair you are sitting in is where they recruit for the next one.
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I'd rather die in a fist fight with a Grizzly Bear than die in some nursing home somewhere...
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These motherfuckers can't even get the daylight savings time shit done. Worthless fucking congress.
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This could have been all of Germany, but unfortunately the Germans voted for Angela Merkel and she destroyed the country with open borders.
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My favorite UNGA moment ever:
Haiti's president demands "respect" for the country, then drinks water directly from an enormous pitcher
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This is the story of FCKGW-RHQQ2-YXRKT-8TG6W-2B7Q8.
I was the primary author of Windows Product Activation on the operating systems side. Not the key math – those were the ACTUALLY smart guys with heads so big that they bumped the doorjamb on the way into your office. I just did the protection of and integration into the operating system.
As you likely recall, Product Activation required that you have a key, and you’d have to activate it online or over the phone.
But Microsoft had large corporate customers, think hundreds of thousands of PCs, and those customers did not want to have to activate every offline PC. So in that case, you would be given special “Volume Media” that could be unlocked with a Volume key.
That way, a volume key could never unlock your retail CD.
Now, to know what media you have, I inspect the disc image. And the Volume licensing media contained a special binary blob that I made. It was about 10MB of data, entropy stripped, hard to duplicate on Usenet at the time. And it was only present on the Volume media.
That secret data, which I hashed and checked to match to the key, was Microsoft Bob. I took their disc data and compressed and encrypted it several times. Rest assured it’s encrypted and even in the AI age no one has extracted it yet. I really just needed random data, so I started with a precompressed binary image because, secretly, I was young and didn’t know if I could trust CryptGenRand
And so, if you ever tried the FCKGW key on a regular XP CD, it wouldn’t work, because you didn’t have Bob buried in your bits.
But if you had the means in 1995 to download large ISO binaries or copy CDs, all it took was the key and a copy of the disc.
The key itself still had to pass the product-key validation math (the part I didn’t own). Once it did, WPA simply skipped the rest of the process. That combination—valid VLK + matching volume media—is what made the install look fully legitimate, including early Windows Update checks.
How it leaked
RTM went to manufacturing on 24 August 2001. Retail launch was 25 October. Roughly five weeks before launch the warez group Devils0wn (often written “Devil’s Own”) posted a complete, non-beta “Windows XP Pro Corporate” ISO together with the FCKGW key. That ISO was the volume media. Pirates then started baking the key into images or just writing it on the CD with a Sharpie. The famous photo of the marked-up disc is from that scene.
The most plausible source is an OEM or hardware partner that received final media early so they could ship PCs on launch day. Dell is the name that comes up most often; Intel has also been mentioned because of later source dumps. There were very few organizations that actually possessed a VLK that early, which is why the timing points at a partner rather than a random corporate customer. But I do not know. Presumably someone does.
Aftermath
We started blacklisting the Product IDs that belonged to the leaked keys (FCKGW decoded to one of the 640-range PIDs we later treated as toxic) in SP1. SP2 and Windows Genuine Advantage made the check more aggressive and also started blocking updates for those installs. Other, un-leaked VLKs continued to work on volume media for years; Microsoft did not kill the entire volume-licensing path, just the ones that had escaped.
So the design decision was “give trusted big customers a convenient offline path.” The operational failure was that the media and one of those keys left the building before the product even reached stores. Once both pieces were public, WPA’s hardware-binding never got a chance to run.
These Days
If you’re curious about what I’m doing today, check out Task Manager TMOG at tmog.org where you can download the Free version! It runs fully native on Windows, Mac, and Linux!
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Mamdani Lays Wreath At Tomb Of The Unknown Hijacker buff.ly/Fqnok61
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🚨🇺🇸 CAR@LHO, QUE LAPADA! 🔥🔥🔥
CNN: “Este é um imigrante sem documentos...”
Miller: “Eles estavam aqui ILEGALMENTE?”
CNN: “Quero que esta seja uma discussão de boa-fé...”
Miller: “Quando você usa uma linguagem feita para ocultar a verdade, isso NÃO é boa-fé. Um ESTRANGEIRO ILEGAL é um ESTRANGEIRO ILEGAL. Eles não são ‘imigrantes sem documentos’.”
CNN: “Stephen, estamos tentando humanizar o debate...”
Miller: “Humanizar? Então vamos humanizar o Código Penal também. O assaltante de banco passa a ser ‘especialista em retirada sem agendamento prévio’. O estelionatário vira ‘empreendedor de narrativas financeiras alternativas’. O cara que entra na sua casa sem convite é só um ‘visitante com documentação pendente’. Que tal?”
CNN: “Isso é uma analogia grosseira.”
Miller: “Grosseira é fingir que a lei federal some porque a redação da CNN inventou um eufemismo mais fofo. ‘Sem documentos’ soa como alguém que esqueceu a carteira no Uber. Não. É alguém que cruzou a fronteira sem autorização, ficou, e agora a imprensa trata o estatuto jurídico como se fosse uma questão de estilo de escrita.”
CNN: “Mas muitos contribuem para a economia...”
Miller: “Ah, o argumento clássico: o crime deixa de ser crime se a pessoa lava prato ou constrói telhado. Pelo mesmo critério, o contrabandista de cigarro também ‘contribui’, gera emprego no transporte. Quer que a gente chame ele de ‘empreendedor logístico informal’? A CNN topa?”
CNN: “Você está polarizando.”
Miller: “Não. Eu estou recusando o dicionário de marketing. Vocês mudam a palavra, depois acusam quem usa o termo legal de ser ‘desumano’. É o truque mais velho do livro: primeiro suaviza o vocabulário, depois declara vitória moral. Os Estados Unidos já cansaram desse teatro. Chamem o que é. Ou admitam que o objetivo nunca foi clareza — foi controle da narrativa.”
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Here is what is coming with Flock
Automated Speeding Tickets
Automated Tag Expired Tickets
Automated Seatbelt Tickets
Per Mile Traveled Tax
Automated Kill Switch Connected to you car
And much, much worse.
Nobody talks about how getting glasses costs $600 out of pocket even with insurance. Two pieces of plastic and some lenses made for $12 in a factory are sold as luxury items. Vision is a basic human need being ransomed by a industry that's legally allowed to pricegouge the blind.
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The stock market is at record highs.
Cool.
Can you afford a house?
Can your kid find an entry-level job?
Can you pay for daycare?
Can you handle a $2,000 emergency?
Can you buy groceries without checking your bank account?
Can you retire before you're 80?
Because at some point we should probably stop using the wealth of people who own a lot of stocks to measure the financial health of people who don't.
The economy is not the stock market.
And millions of Americans are getting really tired of being told otherwise.



























