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I was up and at my desk at 6:15 this morning but I couldn’t access my own websites. It appears everyone else could, but not me. That is why I have not been able to post any news stories and articles today until now. The tech nerds at the server are trying to figure out why my own IP was blacklisted.
This is not an isolated case and I have been hacked multiple times before in this same fashion.
Attention: I have discovered that it appears that some registered “Disqus” members are editing their comments after they have been posted under articles on this website. I cannot control most aspects of how Disqus is designed to work and it is the privilege of all Disqus members to be able to edit their own comments. Comments can never be deleted but they can be “anonymized”: meaning after the comment has been posted, the person making the comment can then choose to make the post “anonymous.” Once this is done, it cannot be changed back.
While it may be a privilege of a Disqus user to edit their own comments and anonymize their comments, that doesn’t mean that I have to tolerate it. For purposes of this website, i.e. tomremington.com, there are acceptable ways to edit a comment. Examples may be but not limited to: a misspelled word, punctuation, a missing word, etc.
It is typically considered proper etiquette on this website that should a commenter decide to edit their comment, other than simple things like adding a punctuation mark or correcting a misspelled word, to leave the original post as it first appeared, add the changes and make a note of the date the edit took place and why.
It appears to me that there are some who have chosen to edit the content of their comment in order to deliberately confuse the topic or make a person who responded to a comment look foolish. I can think of no other reason other than complete disrespect for themselves, the person they are attempting to embarrass and me, the owner and administer of this site.
Why are comments left untouched important? To better understand the importance of this request, consider that one of the biggest reasons I allow commenting on this website, is to educate and involve readers who wish to post their thoughts, information, etc. What some readers may not be aware of is that there are thousands of readers who visit this website on a daily basis. Sometimes those readers land on articles, with the comments, that were posted days, weeks, months or maybe years ago. The comments are an integral part of the entire post. When major edits are made to comments, it screws up and confuses the topic and flow of the conversation. This has to be considered by other readers as a negative thing and thus, drives them away to not return again and/or to opt out of reading through the comments. Again, from my perspective this comes across as an attempt to deliberately sabotage this website. I fail to come up with any other excusable reason.
If you are going back, sometimes to comments made a long time ago and editing your comments for sinister purposes (and that judgement is left up to me, the moderator/administer) it is just another form of “trolling” or “flaming” a website and it will not be tolerated by me. Please stop this immediately or when making those kinds of changes, at a minimum, leave the original post as it appeared, add the edited portion and date it with an explanation of why you chose to edit it.
If this sort of thing continues, nothing will be said by me and no warnings issued. You will simply be blacklisted and prohibited to further participate in commenting on this website.
If you have questions about this post, please leave them in the comment section below and I will address them there. That way everyone can read the questions and answers and I will avoid having to repeat myself in additional emails.
Thank you for your consideration in this matter. I attempt to run this website all by myself and as such have little time to commit to moderating the comment section. I don’t make enough money from this site and cannot afford to pay someone to be a moderator. Please respect my wishes, as is nearly always done and I appreciate that.
Where black symbolizes evil, I’m offering the best White Friday evah! Yep! You can subscribe to TomRemington dot com for free – a lifetime subscription if you wish. How? Look to the right. No, no the other right! Where it says “Subscribe”. You can just enter your email address and once a day you will be sent an email with a list of all the latest updates from this site, tomremington.com. And did I tell you it is free?
And, NO! I don’t save anyone’s email address for any reason. I will not spam or scam you. There’s enough of that going on everywhere else. Why would I do such a BLACK thing? All I am asking is that you be given a chance to receive the truth….for a change. Notice the lighthouse in the upper right: A Beacon of Truth. That’s all and it’s free!
But in all seriousness, the point is that in driving home from Thanksgiving at my daughter’s house last night, I saw the mislead, brainwashed, sick and perverted, non thinkers lining up at the stores to buy BLACK items from their BLACK god. I find it very sad and know that God in Heaven, our Creator, Yehwah, did not intend for his children to worship material BLACK things, hording BLACK fake money, and being just plain BLACK. I really don’t think “Black Friday” is named black Friday because, as is claimed, it determines whether a business will end up “in the black” at the end of the year. It’s called Black Friday because it is rooted in nothing but evil……in my humble opinion!
I want my life to be WHITE! How about you?
A couple of weeks ago a new schlock-umentary called “Speciesism: The Movie” premiered at a theater near us in Washington, D.C. We decided to go see it, given that many people from the Humane Society of the United States and other animal liberation groups would be in attendance, including folks like longtime (ex-)PETA leader Bruce Friedrich (who has said that “blowing stuff up and smashing windows…I do advocate it”) and Gene Baur, whose group Farm Sanctuary was found guilty of electoral fraud following a 2002 campaign in Florida.<<<Read the Rest>>>
The person who sent me this comment, I will not name, nor does he/she know I am going to post it. I don’t think it was intended to be posted on this site but I also feel quite confident that he/she wouldn’t mind at all. Please enjoy this as much as I did.
This is why they say animal law is a joke: all other areas of law study the rights and obligations that flow back and forth between the parties. With animals, the obligations flow only one way because animals are incapable of moral responsibility and therefore giving them rights is pure nonsensical fantasy.
Besides, my dog won’t mind not getting rights. I know this because the whole time I talked to him about this he ignored me. Instead, he sat in the middle of the living room floor in front of everyone licking the place under the base of his tail.
“In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.” [and Democrat]
“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out… without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane, intolerable.”
“The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.”
“Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.”
“It is inaccurate to say that I hate everything. I am strongly in favor of common sense, common honesty, and common decency. This makes me forever ineligible for public office.”
“The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.”
“I believe that it is better to tell the truth than a lie. I believe it is better to be free than to be a slave. And I believe it is better to know than to be ignorant.”
“A judge is a law student who marks his own examination papers.”
“A newspaper is a device for making the ignorant more ignorant and the crazy crazier.”
“Every election is a sort of advance auction sale of stolen goods.”
“An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.”
Please be patient as I work to resolve Disqus commenting issues. I am changing settings, among other things, trying to reduce or eliminate the disgusting, crude, vial, perverted and generally non constructive and undesirable comments from trolls and animal rights perverts attempting to destroy this website.
If you leave a comment, as a regular “approved” participant, and it doesn’t appear in the normal time frame, please be patient. I have made the settings such that anyone wishing to comment must first be approved by me and their email addresses must be legitimate. If your comment doesn’t appear, it means I have to approve it first. A one time approval should cure that.
The more frustrated I become with Disqus, the more I am inclined to return to the standard WordPress commenting system of which I have control over and not some third party company that really doesn’t have my interest at heart.
If I decide to make the change, once again I ask for your patience. You may have to re register and then get my approval first. It is my intention to make the commenting process, not only one in which I don’t have to spend my valuable time moderating (babysitting), but an experience for readers that is adult in nature and educational.
I’ve always been scoffed at for being a realist. No, not saying I’m a realist but actually being/living a life as a realist. I told my children when they were growing up to live within what is real for them and never expect to be anything you want to be but to work at being the best you can be. And work hard, not expecting handouts. I recall one day a conversation with my son in which I said, “Set your goals to be realistic and at the same time challenging. Don’t expect lofty rewards. When reality exceeds any expectations, it’s a good thing.”
I recall this being laughed at often especially during the 90s when all of society, and in particular our schools, began playing the mind control game of “building self esteem.” The problem, in my opinion at that time and still is, is that you don’t build a person’s self esteem by repeatedly telling them they are special, can be anything they want to be and just think good thoughts.
Last week an article appeared at Huffington Post explaining, from this person’s perspective, why Generation Y, as they are called today, are so unhappy. Worth the read I think.
Yesterday, or I should say last evening, was an interesting time here in the community where I live in Florida; a community nestled among about 80,000 people citywide and about a million countywide. I have written about the abundant wildlife I find sharing space with all these people here.
I grew up in the country in the state of Maine. I lived in the woods and saw my share of wildlife but for many species, viewing that wildlife in Maine, then and now, pales in comparison to the abundance I find here.
I’ve written of the coyotes and shared photos of hawks, etc. But last evening, in between thunder storms, I went on a bicycle ride around the neighborhood. I rounded one corner just as a large bald eagle was flapping his wings to land on the light pole above my head. I stopped and got off the bike and we had a conversation….well, actually it was more of a monologue.
I told the eagle that he had much prey to choose from in this neighborhood. I encouraged him to go find the coyote dens and pointed in the general direction. There he could find pups that would make excellent table fare.
We have tons of wild rabbits in our community, which is, I’m sure, the main reason the eagle was visiting. In addition I tried to entice the eagle to go after the cats, especially the ones that come to my house and piss in my flower gardens and leave a nasty smell. And then there are the dogs, the yappers. Please Mr. Eagle, couldn’t you do something about that? There are plenty of them and the ones where the owners open their front doors and let their doggies run free dumping and peeing on everyone’s lawn. Yummy! Wouldn’t those taste good?
Ok, I’m getting off the subject here.
I observed the massive bird for quite some time, until he flew off, making a few circles before he disappeared among the trees in the distance near where the coyotes hang out.
I crawled into bed about 10:00 p.m. and fired up my Kindle. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m still working on getting through Gangs of America. But I’ve had other reading assignments.
As I settled down, trying to get my head in the right position so I wouldn’t be so uncomfortable I wouldn’t want to read and yet just so, so that when I fell asleep reading, the Kindle wouldn’t fall and hit me on the nose, I heard a noise.
The noise was feint. Enough so that I couldn’t tell if it was a mourning dove sitting on my roof cooing himself to sleep or something else. I tried to ignore it but I’m anal with such things.
I got up and turned on my fan thinking it would drown out the noise enough that it wouldn’t distract me in my reading and more importantly, keep me from falling asleep.
That didn’t work. I knew I was going to drive myself crazy if I didn’t go chase this thing away. So, I got up and threw on my shorts and headed outside, craning my neck up toward the roof looking for the cooing, whooooing culprit.
Then came the distinct, whoo, whoo, whoo-whoo-whoo! It was just down the street a bit. I walked in that direction. He wasn’t too far away but I couldn’t fix my eyes on it. Surely an owl but I’m not sure what kind. He, or she, hooted repetitiously, the same cadence for several minutes as I listened. What was he doing this for?
And then off in the distance came the return of hoots, seemingly an echo of what I was hearing from the owl closest to me. This continued for some time, even as I retreated to my house and back to the bedroom.
Crawling back into bed, fan still running and Kindle waiting my return, I went back to reading, still hearing the hoots outside.
Odd that had I heard this at my camp in Maine, it would have been cool. Hearing it here was cool but somehow a bit annoying.
When I turned out the light to go to sleep, I listened intently but it appeared the hooting was gone.