Passport Canada (Serious Security Breach)

December 8, 2007

As an addendum to the post about Ontario Driver’s Licences, new security features & encoding citizenship information.

Read about how critical personal information was available to the web-viewing public on Canada’s Passport website.

And the government (doesn’t matter which level!) thinks it can provide security.

High-Tech Ontario Driver’s Licenses (Another Sham)

December 7, 2007

Ontario released it’s new high-tech driver’s licence today.  It is supposed to be much more secure than existing licences, with new security features like:

  • A two-dimensional barcode
  • Rainbow printing
  • Raised lettering of the licence’s number, signature and date of birth  
  • Just wondering – aren’t all bar codes two dimensional?  Every one I’ve ever seen has height and width – otherwise there wouldn’t really be anything to scan.  But the other features sound secure…I guess.

    But here’s the kicker – the Ontario government is hoping that US Homeland Security will allow the new (secure) licences as legitimate travel documents (in lieu of passports).  However, in order to do so, citizenship information must be encoded onto the driver’s licence.

    Whoa!  Let the profiling begin.  For instance, the government could analyze traffic offences vs. country of birth.  Insurance companies might figure out that certain countries produce poor drivers for Ontario conditions and surreptitiously hike rates.


    The government (specifically, law enforcement) could generate a list of all driver’s from Iraq, Iran or whichever country might be defined as a threat (?!!) to the west and do what?  I don’t know, but the fact that a list such as this could be generated is frightening.

    Not sure it’s a good idea to lump most (all) personal information into a single source.  We’re worried about identity theft and the solution is to put more information in one place?!  That’s kind of like grouping all the planes at Pearl Harbor into the centre of the field.  It solved a small problem (local sabotage) and opened the door to a much greater problem (bombs from the sky).

    Just a few passing thoughts.

    If you want to read the full story.

    Once I had a bunch of moral fibre (but it went through my system pretty quick)

    November 7, 2007

    I don’t know the first thing about seconds.  The truth of the matter is I like throwing Frisbees to myself.  I love the dignity of the parabola.  The golden equation, the sum.  Some is too much.  Chocolate smiles too sweet to smudge with a touch.  Lick it, lump it, like it.  When did fudge become a mistake to make?  I rub my eyes full of glittering flies.  Blue.  Electric.  Eclectic, almost like electric if you don’t pay attention.  I’d be surprised if most people’s attention could span a puddle. 

    We’re getting Googlephrenic.  The idea of disgoogleplexia is heightened by infinity plus one.  The numbers never end.  There is nothing but empty space.

    I wonder if they’ll ever have McDonald’s Restaurant theme parks for all the little chubby kids.  Eat your shorts for good, nutritional Christian values.  It’s not supposed to make scents, but it stinks no matter how you slice it.  I recommend using your hands and ripping, but that doesn’t always work out for some of the saucier things in life. 

    What can you do about googlephrenia?  I don’t know, Google it.  The spinning wheel, karmic in nature, stops on a dollar.  Bits of a puzzle up the barkers sleeve.  Religion is so medieval.  Shit.  Think of something else.   You know what I meme? 

    Know, no, I mean, now, how brown cow?  If they made chocolate milk, I’d be sucking those teats ’til the farmers came home.  I don’t want to offend Hindus.  I rather like the art.  Beautiful intricate colours.  I don’t know anything about famine, except for the guilt I feel from cheating on the thirty-hour version.  Fuckin’ charity, what is it these days?  A corporation under a different guise. 

    Shit stinks.  I think that’s why we call it shit.  We say so many things smell like shit, but they don’t really all smell exactly like shit, not even all shit smells the same.  That would be weird.  What would the world be like if we spoke with our mouths, but ate with our bums?  The food court would be a lot uglier. 

    What does crude mean to you?  What does rude have to do with crude, other than the price we pay?  I’m on a plane, wake up snickers, I have a sweet suite to suit all my wants, but none of my needs.  All these weeds.  How is cleanliness close to godliness?  Priorities ward back, beckon thee to reckon thee. 

    A yahoo is a beast of burden, a human slave to horses.  Is this what you want?  Horses are fleet of foot.  We’d be too, if we stayed on all fours.  That would be strange, huh?  Quadrupeds, eating out of our asses.  At least there’d be some time when we weren’t talking out of them.  Too many people talk shit.  Not a bad breath statement.  I might have something to say about that, but I locked all the workers out of my olfactory.  Commie bastards.  None of them can play the drums worth a ruble. 

    America is going down with their dollar and sense.  If life without a gun in my face means death, then death it is, ’cause you can’t control anyone or anything for long.  If I’m going down because of you, I’m taking you too.  Ya dig? 

    I once had a nightmare about digging holes.  Each hole was assigned an numeric value, more like an algebraic equation.  The nightmarish was that no matter how many holes I dug, I couldn’t surpass a certain sum.  I woke up sweaty and terrified.  I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.  2001 was on TV.  I should give that movie another shot.  I was in a poor frame of mind.  I shouldn’t live with regret, but that would mean I’d have to forget.  What?  Not sure.  No matter how much I forget, it never changes the regret.  Some things are carved into bone. 

    Once I had a whole bunch of moral fibre, but it went through my system pretty quick.  That’s the title.  That’s how things are named in these here parts.

    Funny thing is I don’t know what’s mine and what belongs to someone else.  I don’t know if plagiarism applies to a memory without footnotes, end notes, ibids or et als.  We’re all crazy.  We can’t agree on cake.  I like the icing that gives you a cocaine like sugar high.  You know the icing in which you can crunch the granules of sugar.  Still mostly empty space.  Hard to picture.  Harder to imagine.

    All apologies and a thousand more, but I’m still going to slam the door.  I don’t want to see you anymore.  You’re a whole other whore.  None of this real.  Nothing I feel.  The opposite of love is indifference and I am finally indifferent.  It doesn’t matter, because matter is mostly empty space, like an excuse.  No substance other than forgetting.  I’ve lost count of the leaves in the trees, but the planes are lining up ninety seconds apart on the skyway.  Nothing is forever, not even energy as we know it. 

    The truth of the matter is that I like white chocolate cake with my name scrawled in sweet icing sugar.  I have a big belly.  So there we are…word count 856.  666+190.  I wonder what the six-hundredth and sixty-sixth word was?  I should’ve paid attention.  My attention span is a short toothpick bridge.  Everything is a joke, especially this, that and the other thing, like an algebraic equation for holes, the variables are yours to tell.

    Kill, Beat & Steal.

    September 10, 2007

    It occurred to me last night that any philosophy based on speculation is, at it’s most basic foundation,  a religion, insofar as it requires faith from the subscriber.

    How is Kierkegaard’s existentialism different from Buddha’s Four Noble Truths?  Or Nietzsche’s Superman from Jesus Christ, Mohammed, or David?  All of these are ideas, the product of a general need to make sense of things.

    Our realities are primarily based on speculation and faith.  We don’t know very much and it frightens us or we’re blissfully ignorant.  I don’t which is worse.  I’m often of the frame of mind where I seek & destroy my ignorance.  But this is the funny thing about ignorance – you don’t know what you don’t know.  You don’t know if what you know is right.  You can’t believe anyone.  Everything is subjective and most people live by ‘survival of the fittest’, so you had better look out for yourself.

    Neo-conservatism, liberalism, fascism, communism – there’s a long list of political philosophies, all of them are based on social control (or lack thereof, laisse-faire!).  There are so many ideas to believe in.  Yet, experience has shown that none of them actually work.  Why?  We are inherently uncontrollable.  Fear is the only thing that can pacify us.

    “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”  Kennedy knew what he was talking about.  It was a direct reference to government use of fear (psychological operations) to exert control over populations.  Manufactured fear.  Fear is the one and only social control which ever really had any historic success, but it doesn’t usually last long and the end is violent for the scare mongerers.  When people are frightened for long periods of time, they have a tendency to stockpile anger and there comes a point when a critical mass of people boil over.

    So fear doesn’t really work either, but it’s the best of a motley lot!

    There are certain things we all agree upon, regardless of where we’re from.  It is unpleasant when someone in your family is killed.  It is unpleasant when you or someone in your family is maltreated.  It is unpleasant when you or someone in your family are robbed.  Everything else is open to regional (individual) interpretation.

    How do you correct the historical injustices which resulted from killing, beating and stealing?  I don’t know.

    But there’s another thing to consider.  The nucleus does not survive without the sound functioning of the cell.  The cell does not survive without the sound functioning of the host organism.  The host organism does not survive without the sound functioning of it’s environment.

    There is a balance in the Universe.  We have to find it and maintain it.

    UN Security Council

    September 7, 2007

    The United Nations was established after the second world war as an organization of nations acting in unity to prevent future world wars and to attempt to establish a system of international law.  That’s not really a formal definition, but it sums it up all right!  The United Nations does not have any power other than that lent by it’s member nations.  The United Nations has no binding authority, it can only make suggestions to it’s member nations. 

    However, the UN Security Council is a different story altogether.  Under the UN Charter, the Security Council has the authority to pass resolutions which member nations are obligated to obey.  The consequences of non-compliance to UN Security Council (UNSC) resolutions vary from economic sanctions to military intervention (invasion!).

    There are fifteen seats on the UNSC – five permanent (China, Russia, France, UK & USA) & ten temporary seats (two year cycle).  It’s pretty simple to understand the logic of how the five permanent seats were assigned.  It was a cold war power play between the US and the Soviets.

    The UN was established at the very onset of the Cold War.  The US, UK & France did not trust the Soviets.  The Soviets reciprocated with an equal dose of distrust.  China was in the midst of a civil war between the Nationalist Party (Chiang Kai-Shek) and the Communists (Mao Tse-Tung).  The Communists won the civil war in 1949, a few years after the Republic of China had been chosen as a permanent member of the UNSC, and so the seat was part of the booty.  I am sure Stalin was more than elated!

    The point is – the five permanent seats were assigned in 1945/1946 based on conventional politics, which were flawed to begin with.  First of all, Britain and France were both bankrupt at the conclusion of the Second World War and should not be considered ‘International Powers’ in anything other than prestige.  Almost all of mainland Europe was in ruins.  There were millions of displaced peoples.  Two countries emerged as supreme military powers, each with their preferred system of economics and government.

    I don’t think the UNSC with the power of the permanent five is truly representative of current international political conditions.  I don’t think there should be ANY permanent seats on the UNSC.  There should be 6 year terms for each seat, with 5 seats cycling every 3 years.

    Reel Terror

    August 30, 2007

    I was watching the BBC channel on a television in a restaurant I eat at a few times a week.  They played a spectacular reel of suicide bombers (primarily car bombs) and attacks on US personnel which had been caught on film.  There were at least twenty different examples on the reel.

     I thought it was awesome, devastating and terrible.

    Then it occurred to me…”Wow, these camera people are pretty lucky to have their cameras rolling and focused on just the right spot at just the right time.”  Luck to this degree is possible but not probable.

    Someone has to be informing videographers about impending attacks.  I don’t think a terrorist group would call any media and give the exact location and time of a suicide or other attack on US Occupation Forces.  That would kind of reduce the ‘terror’ element.

    Who then?  Who benefits from ‘terror’?  The aggressor.

    In this ‘War on Terror’ – Who has created more victims?  Who has received more money?  Who has more at stake?  Who’s political agenda has made the most progress?

    I think the answer to these questions is the same as the answer to who would inform the media about ‘terror attacks’.  How do they have advance knowledge of ‘terror attacks’?  Well, probably because they are the people responsible for planning the attacks.


    Nobody likes a bully.  David kicked Goliath’s ass and the people rejoiced. 

    But what if Goliath had prevailed?  Surely David would have been cast as villain.  Surely David would have thrown the first stone.  Surely David would have gotten what he deserved – a healthy thrashing.

    Today, ‘Goliath’ is poised to destroy ‘David’ and it’s an unfair fight, so ‘David’ is being painted as the antagonist, the aggressor, the terrorist.

    There needs to be the perception of a struggle, of a fight and a retaliation.  If ‘David’ does not fight, then there’s no fight & that won’t do.  So we’re told that ‘Dave’ is pretty resilient and we’re shown a whole reel of explosions as evidence.

    The pictures of the ‘Highway of Death’ from the Kuwait conflict took a considerable amount of steam out the US war machine.  It was an obvious and absolute rout. Therefore, the US pursuit had to be called off at the Kuwait-Iraq border.  This mistake will not be made twice.

    Ask yourself one simple question – when was the last time the US actually won a war (conflict)?

    They cannot claim sole victory in WWI or WWII (Europe or Pacific), for too many Allies participated in the effort.  As a matter of fact, the US was the last to join either of these wars.  Things went well in Korea, Vietnam, Yugoslavia, Bosnia-Herzegovena.

    The War of 1812 resulted in a return to the pre-conflict status quo, meaning the US regained losses suffered during the conflict.  The Spanish-American war worked out, until Castro took Cuba back.

    I think the only war the US may have actually won is the American Revolution, which they probably would’ve lost had their not been an ocean between them and the British leadership. 

    I should actually research this claim about the US never really being ‘victorious’ in a conflict.  I am pretty well-read in history, particularly the history of war/warfare.

    Prove me wrong.

    The Silent Revolution (vote but don’t vote)

    August 30, 2007

    Ontario elections are coming up.  All right!  I love elections.  I find the shit-chucking very sophisticated, intelligent and classy.  Everyone demeans themselves in their efforts to demean everyone else.  Funny no one seems to stop and think about that. 

    I think I finally understand why you can’t take the shit out of elections.  Essentially, the country does not undergo any dramatic change when power changes hands.  It’s always the same crap.  We learn about the previous government’s wrong-doings when the new one takes over & it becomes the built-in excuse for the new government to reneg on all of it’s grandiose campaign promises.  The faces may change, but the stink is always the same. 

    Politicians assume we understand this process and make an effort to convince us that their competition will be much worse than themselves.  So when their eventual scandal is revealed, it won’t be as bad as it otherwise could’ve been.  Vote for me!

    Screw it.  Waste of time.

    I am a firm believer in voting.  I like voting.  Here’s my quandary: what if I don’t like any of the people I am supposed to vote for?  Am I supposed to settle of the least nefarious of the horde?  Do I leave it blank?  Do I destroy the ballot in an act of indignance?  I wonder.  What would happen if I experienced an uncharacteristic sense of generosity and voted for everyone?

    In the Canada Elections Act, Paragraph 167(2)(a) says, “No person shall wilfully alter, deface or destroy a ballot.”  Okay.

    Paragraph 489(3)(e) states “Every person is guilty of an offence who contravenes any of paragraphs 167(1)(a) to (d) (prohibited acts re ballots) or 167(2)(a) to (d) (prohibited acts re ballots or ballot box with intent to influence vote).  Uh oh!

    Paragraph 500(5) contains the punishment – for summary conviction, a fine of not more than $2000 and/or a prison term of not more than a year.  Yikes!  And for a conviction on indictment, a fine of not more than $5000 and/or a prison term of not more than five years.

    So…my guess is that it’s a punishable offence for me to vote for everyone, to write ‘Screw You’ or draw a happy face somewhere in the margin, or anything.  Thank goodness for paragraph 163 which plainly states “The vote is secret.”  Direct quote, no paraphrasing!

    The vote is secret.  I can’t be caught.  I can do whatever I want, so long as I keep it to myself.  I can vote for everyone if I feel like it.  I’ll (maybe) start the revolution, but will (probably) be silent.  Vote for everyone, drop the ballot in the box and smile.

    Don’t tell anyone about this!