The a$$hats are out in force. In the Right Place reports that Lady Milblogger Grey Eagle of A Female Soldier 2, a medic with the 101st, has been hacked.
Again.
I HAVE HAD IT!It was brought to my attention that my polls had been changed. When I went there, I was completely shocked by all the questions. Once again, it was originally designed to offer a voice in things. And once again it was abused. Do you people think that this is cute, or just hell-bent on trying to get me into trouble? Did I do something so offensive to you personally that you feel the need to attack me in such a personal way? Currently someone has offered to completely redesign this website with built in security. I cannot tell you how happy I am with that. To finally have a website where I can post my stories, and have visitors who do not have to contend with your hacks on soldier's tributes, insulting people with changing the polls, and the many other things you have done to this website. I know that this isn't the most secure website, I didn't realize that it was going be such a requirement when I designed it. I was obviously wrong. I wish to personally say I am sorry to anyone who has had to read or endure the messages or polls that may have been offensive on this website. You will note that the units have been removed from the menu in addition to the polls for the same security reasons. As upset and humilitaed as I am, I am not going to quit. I am not going to abandon this project, or terminate the website. I will learn, improve, adapt, and overcome your childish attacks. I should have known as soon as I saw that you were coming back out of hiding to resume posting your hateful and spiteful comments that something like this would occur.
I will hope and pray this will be the last time I have to post another message like this. But if not, know that I will not be defeated. I will not let your emails refering to me as a "baby killer", your calls for me to walk away from my duties, your questioning of my loyality to this county discourage me. I will not let your small minded attacks to my website deny me my voice, I have earned that right. And I will not continue to allow you to insult the visitors who come to this website to read or learn about life here. This is not a political website so please refrain from making it one. I will begin to delete your comments, I will backup this website so as to overcome your attacks, and I will await the completion of the new website.
Grey Eagle
"Air Assault"
Drop in and leave the Lady a note.
Then go go kick a moonbat to Helen Bach for calling her a %$#@! babykiller.
Scratch that. Kick it *my* way--I've got thirty-plus-years' worth of attitude adjuster tucked away and I think it needs some exercise...
Went to their site and posted...shed a few tears too.
You betcha, Bill -- task accomplished. Now we have to figure out how to smoke the moonbats onto the Castle grounds so we can stomp 'em proper and good.
Helen Bach...who or what is she? I have some snark
that I want to fire and need a target rich environment.
Cricket - Say the phrase aloud, but *not* within earshot of the CLUs.
Kicking a moonbat to Helen Gahan's an option, too.
Have to say with a British accent, though. ;)
Bach = Bahk (kinda like the sound a chicken makes. LOL!)
Barb - No! NO! NO!
The Castle is a Moonbat Free Zone©!
The stomping grounds are outside the moat.
You raise that portcullis and I'll have yer a$$!
You raise that portcullis and I'll have yer a$$!
Better give it a second thought, John--it looks *sooooo* much better on Barb...
Sounds like Bill's getting his Bear on...
Save a Soldier's blog.... ride a moonbat outta town! YEEE HAAAA!
AFSis - Just great--ya link me to a pic of the south end of a northbound horse.
*sigh*
FbL will have a field day.
Good point.
Revision: You raise that portcullis and I'll put yer a$$ in the grinder!
...in place of or in addition to the ham, John?
N.B. to our New Englanders: The "grinder" John's referring to is *not* a large sandwich.
Just so's you don't get the wrong idea...
...and Neffi's just showing off. He *knows* that you never replace the ham in a grinder / sub /torpedo with anything but prosciutto...
No, it would be more akin to this, in the Castle Kitchen.
Though I understand there are some currently unused industrial chippers available as gov't surplus in Iraq.
*perk*
No field day necessary, Bill. I think it all speaks quite well for itself... *GRIN*
John is correct Barb. You NEVER want to fight the enemy in your own backyard. What you want to do is form a raiding party and hit them where THEY live.
Fortunately for them, most of us still have honor and dignity and refuse to go wading into their filth and trash to destroy them where they live.
However, I have some cybergeeks on retainer and a VERY attractive young lady who knows how to wrap them around her finger. This B***-S@#& happens again and I might get the cybergeeks organized into a raiding party.
Am having chef salad with Catalina dressing, toasted garlic bread with seasoned dipping oil (yes, I make my own seasoning for olive oil)and Sprite.
Link to the moonbats and let me have at 'em. I allus beleeved we needed to carry the war into the enema's camp.
I wish that I had more computative savvy. I'm a bit of a luddite when it comes to fixing the spirits that inhabit that blackbox upon my desk.
Though seriously, it makes my blood boil to know that there are some out there who revell in disrupting the good work of others. If they are so intent in creating bad Karma for themselves, the are in for a rude awakening down the road.
On the otherhand, if they are silly enough to spread their filthy desease on to The Castle, a good Rican Kerb-Stompin' is sure to bring rapid balance to this good earth.
Went over there and left her a supportive encouraging comment. (I think; will look again tomorrow a.m. when I'll presumably be sober.)
P.S. I'm sure I was nice to *her*, just not sure I didn't say anything, uh, actionable, against her tormentors.
Cheese eating college boy TINS:
When you start a hacker fight you better be ready for some seriously ill actions.
A buddy of mine, we'll call Physics Steve, got into a fight that ran for about a year. Computer's would blare music at 4am. Computer files would be trashed and replaced with siliconwomen stuff. Componentry would fry(virus that would tell the cd drive to keep spinning until it slagged).
Worst part was when the fight started getting nasty PS and his opponent started doing things to the FRIENDS of the opponent(components burned out, siliconwomen inserted into files--yeah, the people I was donig research for at the time were real happy that three weeks of work was turned into a nudie mag---, and if you left your 'puter on and connected to the 'net it'd do funny things in the wee hours of the morning too).
If you can deal with such annoyances fine, release the hounds. If not....
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