Hostile Take Over, Anathema

Of course there should always be the possibility for another war-- my cynical rebuttal of Prime Minister Abe's grandiloquence

I really have things to do before the housing authority's mandatory paradigm heats up once more after January first, and thus, did not want to take the time for a first draft rant (I actually do have more thematic complications turning the gears behind my cranium), but Yahoo has hurt me with its new security measures. Extraditing myself from a mail account I've had for years, as my twitter inactive brother suggests, is not going to be a game of barefoot in the park sentimentality, and I'm genuinely angry. Though one can imagine an old portal site like Yahoo has a high turn over rate, similar to the revolving door for public housing managers, journalists beneath the top tier, spastic has had a long, addictive, aggressive-triggered relationship to the portal. Now it is serious. Their security changes are interfering with my personal life, and I am wondering if I should talk to a lawyer. Yes, I can export and then deactivate, but I always end up losing receipts and other items I need to keep. A more interesting question is, invoking the raider ICahn, made rich by his consumption, why do we continue to allow Yahoo to limp along on life support? Carrie Fisher's body, if not her psyche, at least, had the temerity to make her exodus at an appropriate time. 
Yahoo we disparage withe an undercurrent of affection, as if the company incorporated itself using Snoopy as a beta stud. Yes, I am concerned with my vulnerability, and its trip wire quality. It isn't as if I haven't known episodic crisis's, and hurling headlong into the next, but I legitimately want some freedom before a form of dementia sets in. I have not turned to a libertarian wardrobe simply to arouse, amuse. My experiences with the welfare state are argument enough against it. Traditional conservatives like Pat Toomey and Paul Ryan can't really look at my struggle with matriculation and be forthright about it, that my exploitation made the careers of quacks and surgeons with a god complex, but I've done my time. The poverty re-enveloping me now is worse than when Liberty initially inducted, then kept me at arms' length after I hit eject. The sheer enormity of what is now economically almost impossible for me to achieve overwhelms me. I shut it down, so as to get off the mattress at all, but when I lose all ability to control my own limitations, it will put undue limitations on my sister, Little Ben, and my brother's a grandfather. Me? I have the compassion of a brave ditz I hired from Craigslist. Once independent living exculpates you, supervisors and their Jeffrey Dahmer jokes aside, replacing that familial relation is unduly difficult.

Pork Rinds

Not phased by pictures of Hannah Storm's gas grill injury photos in the least, and yes, I am being cheap riding piggy back on the long troubled Yahoo portal, but I suspect many of us came of age immured to our embarrassed investments in Yahoo plus 30 chat, or threats and counter threats in Monkey backgammon (ew!) If I was most at home anywhere online it was as a league member, and it wasted an enormous amount of time, those tournaments. Never again, and that was my laxity, my shuffling ease of investment in a software and interrelation for losers who have no other life.

For a quick addendum: Not everything about how Yahoo taps the popular tempo is a net negative. Some of the portal site communities are valuable to me, and taught me I am not sterling silver as a group owner, but those who spend a great deal of time online in a fashion not integral to work, like myself, are bound to be disappointed, and I prefer real time social interaction in direct proportion to its decline in the physical space of my existence. Living through a device can be alienating, and we should be cautious about the nature of digital dependence, integration.

The writers of profile procedurals have it pegged correctly, however. Human flesh is not very flammable. Burning to death is not easy, which has led to nefarious admiration and exposure of Inquisition methodology. An Atlantic contributor, whose name I will track down later, provided interesting correspondences between that temporal Roman Catholic power and the enhanced interrogation techniques of the CIA. My interest is not exactly geared toward a liberal apologia.