Reference Reminder

 

For Informational Purposes, the above list of keywords is the ones that set the NSA's e-mail and online post-searching machinery into hyperdrive. Feel free to sprinkle them liberally into anything from blogposts to gumbo recipes, or avoid them altogether, depending upon whether you wish to Cloward-Piven their Cray supercomputers into letharagic fits, or avoid further scrutiny of anything you send online.

If you have a sense of humor, using some form of simple encryption far less secure than PGP, (Think Aurabesh, Klingon, or an A=1, B=2, Z=26 cipher), and writing a series of letters and replies between two dead and anonymous email accounts describing their upcoming terrorist operation(s) - purely as research for your unpublished thriller novel, of course - would be quite a hoot.)

9 25 11 25 11

Bonus Pro Tip:

Ciphers are generally encrypted in blocks of 5 numbers, e.g.:

68768 79667 52894 57823 49571

98235 79037 21974 13745 10983

79087 23409 81231 67981 65874

87649 76494 87489 46498 64948

94654 33748 97345 98352 37352

The assumption on the part of TPTB is that anything encrypted is probably nefarious.

And you can find random character generators online that will spew out thousands of characters of gibberish using the entire keyboard assortment, absolutely free.

Ain't technology grand?

Department Of Malicious Compliance

h/t Peter ...and Skippy

Sunday Music: Crash

 

A little slice of the 80s, this confection of perfection (if you can't fall in love with platinum blonde lead singer Tracy Tracy, I don't know you) was the one hit of one-hit wonders The Primitives in 1988, re-appearing in the soundtracks for Dumb and Dumber and Mr. Bean's Holiday, and also being currently the perfect soundtrack choice for any airline flight powered by DIE, or for any one of two dozen Leftard judges currently issuing unconstitutional injunctions against the current administration.

O Please

 h/t WRSA

How Sweet It Is

 h/t Peter

Tab Clearing

 h/t Mike

Head Spinning? Here's Some Dramamine.

Item 1: (h/t Peter) Coffee and COVID site's write-up on the latest artillery Sweep and Zone barrage against the Deep State. 47's administration is teaching a masterclass in Shock and Awe, and the Democommunists are reaching the point where there's nothing left of them but body parts hanging in the trees. It's glorious!

And this is just what happened Tuesday.

Enthusiastically recommended. Go ye and gorge on all the winning, forthwith.

Item 2: 47s Shock And Awe barrages are coming so fast and furious (see what I did there?) that even the most agile commentators are struggling to keep up:

You haven't ever seen anyone, let alone a presidential administration, make this kind of impact on any government entity since Marvin Heemeyer welded some steel plates to his Killdozer and made the mother of all recreational vehicles.

If anyone's tired of winning yet, Trump's response is you better start working out, so you can keep up and handle more.

Sunday Music: Cold As Ice

 

Foreigner's first single in 1977, Feels Like The First Time, took from March to nearly June to claw its way into the Top Ten, and was already fading fast when this was dropped as their second single from their debut album in July. In three weeks it was in the Top 30, Top 20 in 6 weeks, and Top 10 by two months, (even blowing past the theme from Star Wars), peaked at #6, and was inescapable on radio for the next year. Foreigner went from "Sorry, who?" to "Foreigner!" virtually overnight.

It's also possible that every guy's dorm room stereo spontaneously blasting this song, with the pounding piano intro on "11", when played by a local radio station on a Saturday afternoon, may have been responsible for every door and window on the girls' dorm floor being vigorously slammed shut at warp speed, while delivering a witheringly pointed message on the dating ethos on a certain college campus that fall, and remains hilarious to this day. Just saying. One could make a case as that summer being the moment when nascent feminism began its long, slow decline into an endless future of box wine and cats.