I hate seeing jackasses use Jesus or whatever religious figure to bend to their politcal agenda. Sad thing is, big ass soccer mom from Hillsboro (probably Forest Grove) is just a sheep who’s bought into a bunch of bullshit that some John Hagge wannabe is spouting. Jesus was all about PERSONAL transformation, not politics. If so-called Christians (Greek for Christ-follower) really gave a shit, they’d be embracing the homeless and adopting foster kids left, right and center; making a REAL difference instead of caring about who the mayor fucks (or almost not-quite fucks as the case may be).

Thus endeth the Book of Rant.

Even as a kid, I hate that my family lived in Seattle (or rather the Seattle area)- luckily we moved back when I was in middle-school. And I see the Sounders-Timbers rivalry as a parallel to the character of the cities themselves. Sounders are all about money, Timbers are all heart. Home is where the heart is.

RCTID

It sounds like your telling a story with some embellishment. I’m sure something happened that day but your version doesn’t sound quite right. I know who Peter is and he doesn’t drive an Isuzu, it was a Mitsubishi. If you were so close to get all this info… how is it you couldn’t get this detail right?

You say he “sped off”… but you could get up off the ground, talk to another driver, and then catch up to him on your bike?… Doesn’t sound very “speedy”! What else are you making up?

Maybe your stupid dog caused you to crash in the first place and you’re trying to cast Peter in a bad light. If there had been hair on his bumper or if your dog had any injuries the cop would have done something about it. And since when do you post someone’s phone number? Why don’t you post your own number so people can reach you to verify your story or make prank calls or threaten you or whatever someone might do to Peter?

Don’t be an idiot; keep your dog out of the street. There are enough speed bumps around here already.

“I would like to learn more about your consignment and I ask to send me booklets and promo souvenirs for me and my children. Especially I would like to ask booklets about development of your consignment and a T-shirt or a cap with your symbolics. Or that that other on your discretion. I hope you do not refuse to me my request. Many thanks, Pryalkov Andrey
164524,Russian Federation,Severodvinsk,Primorskiy 34 -70″

“Our school are interested in your materials partiets politik. If possible please send us your materials for our school and souvenirs, T-shirt, gifts for our interested students. The manager: Valera Ivanov.”

“I would like to receive from you a few information. Badges,
magnets, handles, Calendar cards all that will be not a pity to you. In
advance thanks, yours faithfully Andrey Vinogradov!”

“free stuff with the logo of …. Anton Novikov,MOLDOVA”

“souvenirs with the symbol for our museum.”
etc

First, as he approached the road I was biking down with my dog, he accelerated toward the stop sign and then screeched his brakes, as if irritated by the fact that I had the right of way. After I passed (somewhat hesitantly, I admit) he throttled his Izuzu Trooper until it groaned and then tried to run over my dog and I as we traveled down Ladd headed towards Division. He came so close that my dog skittered into me, passing within inches even though there was no one headed in the opposite direction and he had a full lane to pass with.

When I regained control of the bike, and made sure my dog was okay, I tried to squint for his plate but he was too far. So I flipped him off — not my best moment, but what do you do when someone has just (for no good reason at all) tried to intimidate (if not kill) you. I could make a million reasons up why he tried to run me off the road, but the best one I could come up with has something to do with my long hair, and his need to feel like more of a man.

He must have been looking in his rear view mirror to asses the “damage” from his blow-by because he caught my uplifted finger (even though I didn’t whip it out for more than a second or two, I promise) and slammed on his brakes.
He wasn’t far enough ahead to cause me any problems, but he immediately stuck his head out of the window and started yelling. I checked for traffic and moved toward the center of the road to pass, shouting as I did, “Two lanes, buddy. You have two lanes.”

I guess he didn’t like my cold rationality. Or something. He slammed on the gas, squealing tires and all, and passed again, even closer, actually sideswiping my dog with his vehicle and pushing said dog into my bike while traveling down the road as far to the right as I possibly could.

Needless to say, I crashed. My dog crashed. We both ate the ground for a bit and then I got up and flagged down the next vehicle coming up behind me. Please get that guy’s tags I said to the driver. Mr. Fournier had sped off after the crash, but was stopped at the light waiting to turn left on Division.

The man (thank you whoever you are) did as I requested, but for some reason (thank you whoever you are) the light stayed red long enough for my dog and I to make it before Mr. (you guys do understand how loosely I am using this term, yes?) Fournier could get away.

As soon as he saw me conversing with the car behind him he jumped out of his vehicle and stormed up to me, thrusting his awkward looking potbelly into my “personal space” and getting loud and louder with that crazy look you can see in the picture above, except imagine that picture with a hell of a lot of angry photoshopping magic thrown in for good measure. And then some. Pretty ugly, and not what I needed.

I got the information I needed and proceeded away from what I perceived to be a potentially violent situation across the street to New Seasons. Fournier, realizing I was going to file a report, and I had the goods on him (once again, thank you red light) called the cops himself to get his story out first. Well, good for him. I can’t imagine the officer who took my statement made much of his, but I can’t say for sure.

What I can say is that in my opinion, based upon my recent experience with Mr. Fournier, this man is dangerous, and needs to be monitored by freedom loving individuals everywhere.

P.S. Mr. Fournier is selling his Izuzu Trooper, and will probably not charge extra for the dog hair on right rear fender. Call (503) 781-5034 for more information.

When I regained control of the bike, and made sure my dog was okay, I tried to squint for his plate but he was too far. So I flipped him off — not my best moment, but what do you do when someone has just (for no good reason at all) tried to intimidate (if not kill) you. I could make a million reasons up why he tried to run me off the road, but the best one I could come up with has something to do with my long hair, and his need to feel like more of a man.

He must have been looking in his rear view mirror to asses the “damage” from his blow-by because he caught my uplifted finger (even though I didn’t whip it out for more than a second or two, I promise) and slammed on his brakes.

He wasn’t far enough ahead to cause me any problems, but he immediately stuck his head out of the window and started yelling. I checked for traffic and moved toward the center of the road to pass, shouting as I did, “Two lanes, buddy. You have two lanes.”

I guess he didn’t like my cold rationality. Or something. He slammed on the gas, squealing tires and all, and passed again, even closer, actually sideswiping my dog with his vehicle and pushing said dog into my bike while traveling down the road as far to the right as I possibly could.

Needless to say, I crashed. My dog crashed. We both ate the ground for a bit and then I got up and flagged down the next vehicle coming up behind me. Please get that guy’s tags I said to the driver. Mr. Fournier had sped off after the crash, but was stopped at the light waiting to turn left on Division.

The man (thank you whoever you are) did as I requested, but for some reason (thank you whoever you are) the light stayed red long enough for my dog and I to make it before Mr. (you guys do understand how loosely I am using this term, yes?) Fournier could get away.

As soon as he saw me conversing with the car behind him he jumped out of his vehicle and stormed up to me, thrusting his awkward looking potbelly into my “personal space” and getting loud and louder with that crazy look you can see in the picture above, except imagine that picture with a hell of a lot of angry photoshopping magic thrown in for good measure. And then some. Pretty ugly, and not what I needed.

I got the information I needed and proceeded away from what I perceived to be a potentially violent situation across the street to New Seasons. Fournier, realizing I was going to file a report, and I had the goods on him (once again, thank you red light) called the cops himself to get his story out first. Well, good for him. I can’t imagine the officer who took my statement made much of his, but I can’t say for sure.

What I can say is that in my opinion, based upon my recent experience with Mr. Fournier, this man is dangerous, and needs to be monitored by freedom loving individuals everywhere.

P.S. Mr. Fournier is selling his Izuzu Trooper, and will not charge extra for the dog hair on right rear fender.

Glad that you totally aren’t disappearing from my ears!

Joe Wilson
co-host/producer
The Becky and Joe Show

(David Allan Coe)

Monday

Well done Robert.

I wanted to correct/mention a few things though:

- Some of the facts (Namely the ’1000s of victims’) may be a tad off. I am basing it off of second hand information that is now at least a month old. I personally saw around 200 of the girls who got their nudes posted on Facebook.

- Here is the very first known mention of the exploit: http://digg.com/security/Quip_TXT_for_iPhone_FAIL_WIN_NSFW That explains just how easy it was to intercept other people’s messages. (From November 2009)

Also, I enjoyed looking into this not for the nudity, but because it interested me on multiple fronts.It was interesting to compare the Public VS. private lives of people (Seeing the facebook page, then seeing what they took with the phones), As well as seeing the screen shots of peoples actual responses to having their nudes go public.

I’m also Suspended/Banned on KGW.com because I tried to point out their little flaw with the video and the fact it was so easy to find the girls real name. I kept commenting, and I guess they thought I was out to cause trouble, As I can no longer log in on that site.

I would gladly look at any and all job offers, As my current job sucks (Actually, That’s where I looked at those 4,000 pics… It took me a full day of company time to go through them all.)

Also, The offers I made in the past to do some sort of Volunteer work for pdx.fm still stand!

~Josh