Massive abuse through software
This writing is about the disease of spamming engines.
The newest word musing is
X ...
Ru ... and something added to it, called
mer. (now connect these parts to get the whole word). Its a software product. Its a spamming engine.
Some people noticed it. Some didn't. I will not tolerate any links to it, so before commenting here, THINK. NO LINKS. NOT EVEN LINKS CONTAINING THE words "most dangerous ways to spam at the present moment".
It abuses Google. It abuses SEO. It abuses CAPTCHA. It abuses just about anything there is to abuse, including people. Good. More witty socio-anarchist programmers on the net. Hail to the people in Russia (from here, Macedonia) that made it.
But why release it? Even for a big price -
why? Abusing capitalism now?
First I can imagine a person cracking it. There will be one. By means of adding to the Windows' hosts file and making a fake authentication server, or by any other reverse-engineering means, which could mean cracking any protection algorithm too. If someone could crack what Steinberg used to protect their newest software (USB dongles) by means of writing a fake driver "device" - someone will be able to crack this too. Maybe by means of writing a fake network card device driver. Maybe in some other way. It really does not matter.
Now comes the scary part - a massive HORDE of people downloading the cracked version (with/without a fake server included, or fake network-driver wrapper...) and doing what legitimate users using this software would do: SPAM.
Thats right. Thousands of people all over the world, spamming many thousands of messages in thousands of forums, Wiki sites, or just about anything that has a submit form. And they are doing it by means of clicking a few buttons here and there. And entering some text. And editing the filter words NOT to include "spam", but only their topics of interests. A MASSIVE SPAM INVASION wasting mostly bandwidth, some computer space, some computer time, a lot of people's time, POLLUTING Google's search engine database. All with a few clicks.
The possible development later:
1)
Google finds a way to punish the targeted sites of those massive spam-links with all possible variations: As a result, *SOME* valid websites will go away too, and we just lost some depth of the current best internet meta-resource, and got worse search results. How bad this could be? Depends on how many legal sites go away. Depends on how many people will now ABUSE this software to KILL the actual and perceived competition from appearing on Google.
2)
Google doesn't do anything about it: We just got search results that are FAR, FAR WORSE then what they were before. Why? Because some random person that did NOT pay $450 (but used a cracked version) decided that the words we used for our search engine query were the best to include in his newest Project in his coolest Link Pollution Software. Then he pushed a button and went to sleep.
And you WISH that it was only that one dude, with only that one keyword, and only that one computer, and only that one copy of this terrible software. They will be many.
And the next time the developers of this
terrible software search Google to find out more about parts of a JavaScript engine, or to read the HTTP RFC, or some .NET coding tricks, or to do just about anything else useful on the web, Google will give them some porn links or incomplete results. Just because a dude used the cracked version of their product and included all the possible words he can find as variations.
And there will be many.
I leave the rest of this story to the casual possible visitor. Or non-visitor - possibly an automation. Or a semi-automation. Who can be sure?
Empty
Empty.
I am empty,
And it is not like I care,
anymore in any way.
I used to sit,
and sometimes just glare
at them. Nay,
no more, not a bit.
The scrambling,
which in my mind, used to occur,
because of love, anger, passion,
or any rambling...
Its all now just a blur,
as if it was rationed.
In the world stage,
as seen trough my eyes
and my mouth in a yawn:
No justice or rage,
no people will rise,
from their grave, and see the dawn.
Empty wont be their grave.
Dark will be their dawn.
Sunrise will be their daybreak.
They will passionately crave,
until their hope is gone,
and realise their mistake.
Forever,
be cursed those who know not
empty's blessing.
Whenever,
their bleached pitful squat
resumes progressing.
Its my ramble.
I tremble,
because I am empty.
Дводимензионално "Хаику"
In dreams, in belief in lies,
we bathe.
The agony of stories, of people,
we met.
The soul, the mind, completly,
are flat.
The rest, the important, now really
is dead.
Цвет
Цвет...
Еден стаклен, нежен, кршлив цвет.
Без никаков мирис. Безживотен.
Секогаш здрвен во истата положба, неприроден.
Но тебе ти се допаѓа тој цвет.
Ти го засака овој цвет.
Ти си со него цело време.
Да процути ли го очекуваш?
Му дариш живот – љубов.
А тој цвет да возврати не знае,
суров, бездушен, здрвен цвет е;
како смее така да ги чува сите чувства в себе?
Проклет да е!
Бездушник, отровен цвет,
цвет со невидливи трње!
Бездушен, во себе затворен цвет!
Бездушен цвет, секојдневен...
Бездушен цвет, веќе досаден.
Цвет кој не се труди.
Цвет кој не знае како треба да се сака кога се сака.
Едноставно седи во својата молчеливост,
зборува само со својата површност...
Закаснив да скинам жив цвет.
Зедов убаво мртвило.
Но му дадов живот!
Ти подарив цвет...
Ти го подарив моето срце.
Крвави Дамки
Moze li vo dusata krvavi damki da nosis, a sepak precisten da si?
Ti go pisuvam ova pismo, sine, zatoa shto slusnav za radosnata vest:
deka si se vratil ziv od vojnata Krstonosna. Slusnav i deka heroj si
stanal : narodot gi slavi pobedite tvoi protiv onie koi ne go priznavaa
Hrista: onie koi go gnasea negoviot svet grad. Znam, mislis deka vo
pismovo sega ke sleduvaat cestitki od mene, deka ke ti kazam kolku
sum gord so tvoeto delo. Zalam sto mozebi ke te razocaram...
Uste kako mal, da, sakase da si blisku do Boga. Se sekjavam na edna
slika: ti, kleknat pred ikonata na Isus Hristos, zgrbaven, kako so strahopocit
gledas vo toa lice na covek shto strada. I ti stradase vo imeto na boga,
se podlozuvase sebesi na razni maki, postovi, koi trebaa da ja procistat
tvojata dusa.
Taka, ti resi svojot zivot da mu go posvetis na boga, a i da gi naucis drugite
da go pocituvaat. Kako svestenik bese usluzliv i dobar, kako kon tvojot bog,
taka i kon site. Lugjeto te pocituvaa, te cenea i te sakaa. Lugeto te izdignaa
na povisoko nivo, te napravija visok svestenik.
Vo toj moment se zapozna so bogatstvoto i slavata, nesto dostapno samo
na visokite i vazni svestenici. Tie, sine, ti go zamatija umot! Ljubovta
kon Boga pocna da isceznuva od tvoeto srce, a alcnosta se vgnezdi na
nejzinoto mesto. Pocna da mectaes za se povekje slava, mok i
bogatstvo! Zatoa, onie koi te izdignaa pocna da gi gazis, bescustvitelno,
kako da se navistina samo najobicni skalila kon vrvot.
Ne poganite nevernici, tuku Alcnosta te natera da vojuvas! Da osvojuvas
golemi teritorii koi nosat bogatstvo, mok! Verata ti stana samo sredstvo
za ispolnuvanje na novata cel. Iljadnici lugje gi slusaa i poslusaa tvoite
zborovi, iljadnici lugje pojdoa vo vojna so tebe, mislejki deka vojuvaat
za Boga, a ne za tebe. Kako da gi slusam vo sebe piskotnicite na lugjeto
shto ti gi ubi, ili naredi da bidat ubieni, seedno, zatoa sho toa e isto.
Iljadnici lugje ubivaa za tebe, a mislea deka ubivaat... za Boga!
Sega, te zamisluvam tebe visoko krenat na racete na lugjeto, koi te nosat
i te slavat kako heroj. Vo nivnite oci tvojata dusa e kristalno cista, edna od
najcistite vo svetot. No mozno li e, sine, doveka mracni damki na dusata
da nosis, a pak precisten da si? Ne vo ocite na lugjeto, no vo ocite
na Boga, ti nedostoen za zivot si! Na denot koga Bog ke ti sudi, ke
doznaes kolku si zgresil, sine...
Tvojot tatko.
Past