Cuberoot

I used to live in Ohio, and had three presidential candidates visit close enough to conveniently get to. I went to the Edwards, Obama (primary season), and Romney events. I didn't order advance tickets for any of them. Both Democrats had volunteers outside the security trying to get everyone who showed up with or without tickets through security and into the main venue. At Romney's I didn't get in and just loitered around the outside fencing. That might have been the better experience -- I could still hear the speeches, and the outside crowd had better signs and more colorful commentary than the inside ones.

You can find just about anybody's Social Security number. (Equivalently, they can find yours.) Amazingly, some institutions still use knowledge of this number as proof of identity for purposes of extending credit to a stranger.

Historically, it's been alleged that some 'celibate' Catholic bishops fucked women. When the resulting bastard children grew up, they were rewarded with coveted Church appointments. If anyone noticed the apparent favoritism, they blamed the adultery on their brother, saying the appointee was a nephew (it: nipote) rather than the priest's own illegitimate son. Thus the origin of the term nepotism.

Probably some of them had different tastes and realized that fucking boys leaves less evidence.

Not encouraging violence against anybody. Just observing that some businesses routinely treat their customers worse than prostitutes treat theirs, and that courtesy isn't always reciprocal.

I think sex work is more honorable than many lawful professions. It's really unfair that prostitutes have higher rates of workplace violence than insurance sales.

Not nationally, but because Maine uses both Instant runoff voting for presidential elections, and the Congressional district method of assigning electors, it's mathematically possibly for Maine to split its electors 2-2. eg, the Republican wins both districts individually, while the Democrat wins statewide. Not this year though -- needs a competitive 3-way race so the runoffs matter.

Phil Ochs says it better than I can:

In every American community there are varying shades of political opinion. One of the shadiest of these is the liberals. An outspoken group on many subjects, ten degrees to the left of center in good times, ten degrees to the right of center if it affects them personally.

The issues have changed slightly from the 1960s, but his song's accusations of hypocrisy and NIMBYism among those who publicly espouse progressive causes still hit close enough to home.

You can read it out loud that way too. KiloGOP has three syllables.

Invariant of the day: In any square mile of the USA, there are 25 Republican voters, the rest of them either vote Democrat or not at all.

It doesn't work of course. Suffolk County, MA (Boston) has a partial pressure of about 1kGOP/mi^2^. Nevertheless, it's closer than you might expect considering how many square miles don't even have 25 human beings.

Seems like these sort of hacks always involve the company's data about its users, and never their own confidential contracts, trade secrets, or other leaks that could directly damage their own operations.

It makes a guy suspect they actually have a very good understanding of information security, but just don't think yours is worth the bother.

This might have been 20 years ago. Some civic organization, probably on Martin Luther King weekend, held a tribute honoring some famous black men. One of the most prominent famous black men they invited was actor James Earl Jones -- reasonable enough so far. So they called him up to the stage to present him with his honorary plaque made out to James Earl .... Ray.

Sometimes it means "We don't want to spend a lot of money training this guy who we won't be able to retain if he gets a better offer."

At really entry-level jobs like fast food, where training is quick and turnover is always high, it sometimes also means "This guy might be able to read the workers' rights poster on the door and explain the workers' comp program to the idiot who spilled boiling grease on his foot.