Maaaaaan…the OPM hack-that’s-not-a-hack story demonstrates the naked bungling incompetence of our government:
Worse yet, those who are reporting on it are finding out things are even worse than the apocalyptic nightmare scenarios we’ve been thinking. First, we were informed that there was no notable encryption to speak of at OPM, and there was very little security training… if any. Now? Turns out OPM had given root access (for the less technically inclined, that means access to everything from the ground up) to contractors in foreign nations like Argentina and China.
But President Kickass still has “confidence” in Ms. Archuleta, the clueless, inept hack who runs the organization.
Good morning, Fatwa! Echoing your sentiments re: Texas contingent.
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8 years ago
Morning Greetings!
Last night I said to BW, “If we didn’t have the tv blaring about Tropical Storm Bill, we would just think it was raining.” So the usual low spots had street flooding. No big deal.
I was supposed to go to help Sis move a dining table. I called her the day before to set up a time for the next morning. She was messed up, but coherent. The next morning, I called before going over there. Good thing that I did. She was so messed up that she was hallucinating as we were talking & definitely not in reality. So I told her it was raining & we would do it another time. Of course, I worried about her the rest of the day. When BW got home, we called over to Zombie Sis to see if she had heard from her. She said she had been “worried that this might happen”. Of course, she pretended to have no idea about anything-but she had talked to her earlier. I don’t want to go over there & find a body or a trashed apt. (I have a key). So she will either surface in a few days or won’t. I’m too tired of all this to even care very much. And that is what is sad. Poor BW was 16 when she first had to deal with Sis & her drugs/insanity problem and it has never stopped.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, RabBiT, Fatwa, and Sven!
RaBbiT -- hugs and prayers for both you and BW.
Fatwa -- when you look at Ms. Archuleta’s career, you find someone whose only talent is riding someone else’s coattails to ever-higher positions of authority.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, GN!
Maaaaaan…the OPM hack-that’s-not-a-hack story demonstrates the naked bungling incompetence of our government:
But President Kickass still has “confidence” in Ms. Archuleta, the clueless, inept hack who runs the organization.
Of course he does.
When I was your age, Pluto was still a planet.
Hope the TX contingent is safe and remains that way.
Good morning, Fatwa! Echoing your sentiments re: Texas contingent.
Morning Greetings!
Last night I said to BW, “If we didn’t have the tv blaring about Tropical Storm Bill, we would just think it was raining.” So the usual low spots had street flooding. No big deal.
I was supposed to go to help Sis move a dining table. I called her the day before to set up a time for the next morning. She was messed up, but coherent. The next morning, I called before going over there. Good thing that I did. She was so messed up that she was hallucinating as we were talking & definitely not in reality. So I told her it was raining & we would do it another time. Of course, I worried about her the rest of the day. When BW got home, we called over to Zombie Sis to see if she had heard from her. She said she had been “worried that this might happen”. Of course, she pretended to have no idea about anything-but she had talked to her earlier. I don’t want to go over there & find a body or a trashed apt. (I have a key). So she will either surface in a few days or won’t. I’m too tired of all this to even care very much. And that is what is sad. Poor BW was 16 when she first had to deal with Sis & her drugs/insanity problem and it has never stopped.
Gotta go run errands.
See ya later.
(POO-f)
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, RabBiT, Fatwa, and Sven!
RaBbiT -- hugs and prayers for both you and BW.
Fatwa -- when you look at Ms. Archuleta’s career, you find someone whose only talent is riding someone else’s coattails to ever-higher positions of authority.