Whose Space? Certainly Not "My" Space

I like to keep the blogging original but occassionally a cut and paste opportunity comes that I just can't miss. I would classify myself as somewhat of a conspiracy theorist so take this for what you will, but here is an reposted article from Alex Jones and Paul Watson on MySpace:

MySpace Is The Trojan Horse Of Internet Censorship

MySpace isn't cool, it isn't hip and it isn't trendy. It represents a cyber trojan horse and the media elite's last gasp effort to reclaim control of the Internet and sink it with a stranglehold of regulation, control and censorship.

Since Rupert Murdoch's $580 Million acquisition of MySpace in July 2005, it has come from total obscurity to now being the 8th most visited website in the world, receiving half as many page hits as Google, despite the fact that on first appearance it looks like a 5-year-old's picture scrap and scribble book.

MySpace is the new mobile phone. If you don't have a MySpace account then you belong to some kind of culturally shunned underclass.

What most of the trendy wendy's remain blissfully unaware of is the fact that MySpace is Rupert Murdoch's battle axe for shaping a future Internet environment whereby electronic dissent, whether it be against corporations or government, will not tolerated and freedom of e-speech will cease to exist.

MySpace has been caught shutting down blogs critical of itself and other Murdoch owned companies. They even had the audacity to censor links to completely different websites when clicking through for MySpace. When 600 MySpace users complained, MySpace deleted the blog forum that the complaints were posted on. Taking their inspiration from Communist China, MySpace regularly uses blanket censorship to block out words like 'God'.

Earlier this week Rupert Murdoch sounded the death knell for conventional forms of media in stating that the media elite were losing their monopoly to the rapid and free spread of new communication technologies. Murdoch stressed the need to regain control of these outlets in order to prevent the establishment media empire from crumbling.

MySpace is Rupert Murdoch's trojan horse for destroying free speech on the Internet. It is a foundational keystone of the first wave of the state's backlash to the damage that a free and open Internet has done to their organs of propaganda. By firstly making it cool, trendy and culturally elite for millions to flock to establishment controlled Internet backbones like MySpace, Murdoch is preparing the groundwork for the day when it will stop being voluntary and become mandatory to use government and corporate monopoly controlled Internet hubs.

The end game is a system similar to or worse than China, whereby no websites even mildly critical of the government will be authorized.

The Pentagon admitted that they would engage in psychological warfare and cyber attacks on 'enemy' Internet websites in an attempt to shut them down. The fact that the NSA surveillance program spied on 5,000 Americans tells us that the enemy is the alternative media and that it will be targeted for elimination. Google has been ordered to turn over information about its users by a judge to the US government.

The second wave of destroying freedom of speech online will simply attempt to price people out of using the conventional Internet and force people over to Internet 2, a state regulated hub where permission will need to be obtained directly from an FCC or government bureau to set up a website.

The original Internet will then be turned into a mass surveillance database and marketing tool. The Nation magazine reported, "Verizon, Comcast, Bell South and other communications giants are developing strategies that would track and store information on our every move in cyberspace in a vast data-collection and marketing system, the scope of which could rival the National Security Agency. According to white papers now being circulated in the cable, telephone and telecommunications industries, those with the deepest pockets--corporations, special-interest groups and major advertisers--would get preferred treatment. Content from these providers would have first priority on our computer and television screens, while information seen as undesirable, such as peer-to-peer communications, could be relegated to a slow lane or simply shut out."

The original Internet will deliberately be subject to crash upon crash until it becomes a useless carcass of overpriced trash and its reputation will be defiled by the TV and media barons cashing in on the perfectly streamlined Internet 2, the free for all network that just requires you to thumbscan in order to log on! Those with a security grading below yellow on their national ID card will unfortunately be refused access. Websites that carry hate speech (ones that talk about government corruption) will be censored for the betterment of society.

For the aspiring dictator, the Internet is a dangerous tool that has been seized by the enemy. We have come a long way since 1969, when the ARPANET was created solely for US government use. The Internet is freedom's best friend and the bane of control freaks. Its eradication is one of the short term goals of those that seek to centralize power and subjugate the world under a global surveillance panopticon prison.

Rupert Murdoch's MySpace and its ceaseless promotion by the establishment media as the best thing since sliced bread is part of this movement. In saying all this we do encourage everyone to set up a MySpace account, but only if you're going to use it to bash MySpace, Rupert Murdoch and copy and paste this article right at the top of the page! See how long it is before your account is terminated.

Not a typical NCAA Tournament blog

Okay, here is my NCAA tournament blog. I decided to skip posting picks or doing a pre-tournament rundown frankly because that's what every other schmo with a blog has done. Instead, I figured I'd just touch on it between weekend rounds. This is not a sports blog, but there is no way on the planet that you can be a sports fan but somehow not be a fan of the NCAA tournament. The upsets, the neutral sites, the "One Shining Moment" song, the idiotic forking over of innumerable sums to enter pools you have no shot of winning, and of course, failing to do anything significant for two sets of Thursdays and Fridays in March.

So here we are after the first weekend of action and already we have been sliced from 65 to 16. I've paid less attention to college basketball than I ever have in my entire life this year but I'm pretty sure I'm part of the majority that would have chosen a different 13 than Bradley and a different 11 than George Mason to wind up in the Sour Sixteen. At the other end of the spectrum, I'm surprised that all four #1's are still around. Usually at least one gets sent packing in the second round, but Villanova held off a late charge by Arizona and Memphis actually looks like the second best #1 right now.

Honestly, I came into this tournament kind of miffed at the TV guys who you would think get paid more to do power conference games than mid-conference games based on their reaction to teams that go in. Hey Billy Packer, despite your whining about it, did you realize that only 8 of the 34 at-large bids actually went to mid-con teams? Now look at your sweet 16. Memphis, Gonzaga, Bradley, and George Mason are all mid-conners. So 1/4 of the at-large teams were from the mid-con schools and 1/4 of the Sweet 16 are from mid-cons. Hmm, go figure ... Makes you wonder what would have happened if Missouri St. would have made it in over a Seton Hall.

Moment of the tourney so far for me? It actually happened the day before the tourney started. I was on a conference call at the j.o.b. with 2 other guys in my office, 4 in Vancouver and 1 or 2 marketing guys elsewhere, one of which was trying to train us on a product with a power point I was supposed to be paying attention to (and I was - intermittently.) You know how these things go, occassionally the guy talking asks if everybody understands and you take your phone off of mute long enough to mutter a grunt and go back to what you were doing. Well, your genious writer forgets to put his phone back on mute and moments later utters to his equally bored colleague, "I wonder if I can fill out my tourney brackets while I listen to this guy?" There are not many feelings akin to your co-worker leaning back in his chair and saying "You're not on mute ..." From what I was told, the whole call went silent for a moment before returning to plan. Fortunately there were enough people on the call that no one could really finger where it came from, but we all had a pretty good laugh (at my expense) later. March. It is truly a month of madness.

Operation Bobby Slim Down

So over the last year plus I have been really involved in some business ventures that have been stretching me beyond the normal 40 hour work week. In addition, the extracurricular business activity has put me on the road quite a bit (let's just say Wendy, Ronald, The King and The Bell have been making some dough off of me.) Throw in the fact that my wife just went through the whole 9 month pregnancy deal featuring me as the sympathy eater, and you've got a guy who went from trying to train to participate in bodybuilding competitively to a guy who is weighing almost 270lb., but not the way I originally intended. Approaching 270 has always been my limit when it comes to me being out of shape. I don't know why, but I start to wig out when I get to 260+. Last time it happened, I dumped over 55 pounds in 6 months. Usually I get sucked out of the gym from injury or some other short term issue, but the business venture I'm involved in is long term, and this time I have freaked out to the point of fearing that I wouldn't have the time or discipline to lean out again.

Well, I got on a scale last weekend after playing basketball (amazingly, I still get up and down the court better than some guys who appear to be in better shape,) and the digital doesn't lie: 268.8lb. "Warning! Warning! Danger Will Robinson!!! *Cue the flashing red sirens and annoying horns*

The choices I had were simple. I could somehow, between a 40 hour job, baby to entertain, wife to love, and business to run try and squeeze out another 2 hours that it would take to get to, change, workout, shower and return from the gym; or I could drop the carbohydrates right out of my diet like I have done in the past, go with a simple exercise plan that I can do at home and load up on the fat-burners. I'll take option 2 please.

So, Operation: Bobby Slim Down has begun. Thank goodness for the development of will power and goal setting because other than a colleague at my j.o.b., no one I know is on a diet similar to mine. That means rolling through the Starbucks drive-thru to get my wife a Cinnamon Dolce Frappucino while I get nothing and eschewing the copious amounts of pasta that my mother-in-law likes to cook. In addition, I don't mind taking pills, so the CLA and ephedra (it's no longer banned, save the e-mails) will hopefully aid in the process.

Being on a low-carb diet is always fun when out ordering food. I was at a McDonald's between Chicago and Champaign this past Saturday and ordered a couple of double cheeseburgers with no buns. Kid you not, the girl at the counter looks at me straight-faced and says, "So, no buns whatsoever?" I just looked at her and said, "I don't even know how to answer you so that you'll understand what I want." I mean, how else can someone mean "no buns?" Luckily we solved the issue without the issue escalating to her assistant manager.

As with my auto show updates, look for me to lackadaisically keep you posted with no rhyme or reason as to when the next update will come.