Ironically, Cloudflare goes full Nazi to censor Nazis and realises that they just went full Nazi

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia, Censorship, Internet, Logic, Philosophy, Politics | Posted on 22-08-2017

Cloudflare is one of the more important companies on the Internet. If you’re unfamiliar with their name, you’ve certainly seen the results of their services.

In a recent event, Cloudflare dropped Daily Stormer as a client.

If you’re unfamiliar with Daily Stormer, count yourself lucky. They’re full on Nazis. Or were. They’re offline now.

(If I have to explain why Nazis are bad, please just go away.)

Matthew Prince from Cloudflare posted a well thought out blog post here:

https://blog.cloudflare.com/why-we-terminated-daily-stormer/

The irony is that they went full Nazi to censor Nazis, and at the end of the blog post, realise that they went full Nazi.

In the blog post, Matthew sides with “due process” over “free speech”:

Freedom of Speech < Due Process

The issue of who can and cannot be online has often been associated with Freedom of Speech. We think the more important principle is Due Process. I, personally, believe in strong Freedom of Speech protections, but I also acknowledge that it is a very American idea that is not shared globally. On the other hand, the concept of Due Process is close to universal. At its most basic, Due Process means that you should be able to know the rules a system will follow if you participate in that system.

Due Process requires that decisions be public and not arbitrary. It’s why we’ve always said that our policy is to follow the guidance of the law in the jurisdictions in which we operate. Law enforcement, legislators, and courts have the political legitimacy and predictability to make decisions on what content should be restricted. Companies should not.

This is entirely misguided. You can’t have due process if speech is muzzled. This should be obvious enough.

He also weighs in with some moral arguments:

You, like me, may believe that the Daily Stormer’s site is vile. You may believe it should be restricted. You may think the authors of the site should be prosecuted. Reasonable people can and do believe all those things. But having the mechanism of content control be vigilante hackers launching DDoS attacks subverts any rational concept of justice.

I think those are worth breaking down a bit more.

You, like me, may believe that the Daily Stormer’s site is vile.

That’s a personal opinion, but yes, I also find them vile.

You may believe it should be restricted.

Absolutely not. While I may find DS vile, I’m not willing to denigrate free speech to only speech that I don’t find vile. The only speech that may rightfully be restricted is that speech which is criminal in nature, such as incitement to violence, etc. This has been covered in literature extensively.

You may think the authors of the site should be prosecuted.

No. I don’t. It shouldn’t be a crime to be an asshole fucking loudmouth. There are many things that I find personally repulsive that I don’t think should be prosecuted. My opinion shouldn’t dictate how other people live their lives. Even if I find it abhorrent. (The exception being criminal behaviour, and again, this has been covered many times, so I won’t repeat it here.)

Reasonable people can and do believe all those things.

No. Reasonable people don’t believe all those things. You just went full fucking Nazi on actual Nazis and you’re trying to justify your horrific behaviour.

But having the mechanism of content control be vigilante hackers launching DDoS attacks subverts any rational concept of justice.

This is true. I have no dispute there. Due process needs to be followed, and in order for that to happen, people must be free to speak.

Then at the end of the post, Matthew seems to flip around somewhat, and realise that he and Cloudflare have crossed a very important line.

Someone on our team asked after I announced we were going to terminate the Daily Stormer: “Is this the day the Internet dies?” He was half joking, but only half. He’s no fan of the Daily Stormer or sites like it. But he does realize the risks of a company like Cloudflare getting into content policing.

That’s a telling and important bit, and perhaps the most important bit in the blog post.

He was half joking, but only half.

The point of free speech is that we need to tolerate (not accept!) things that we disagree with, and even things that we find horrific.

It’s that difference between tolerance and acceptance that seems to be blurred.

In 2012 Alberto Giubilini and Francesca Minerva published a paper in the Journal of Medical Ethics entitled, “After-birth abortion: why should the baby live?” You can find it here:

http://jme.bmj.com/content/early/2012/03/01/medethics-2011-100411.full

The authors argue for infanticide, or in plain English, murdering babies. They even extend it to murdering toddlers up to 3 years old.

While some people may not find murdering babies horrific, I do. However, I never considered that muzzling those people and censoring them to be an option.

I’m struggling to find anything that’s more horrific than murdering babies. Perhaps I’m lacking in some imagination.

Sure, we could talk about adding in other crimes, such as rape and torture, but at the end of the day, are they really all that much horrific than simply murdering toddlers and babies? I think that in those terms, we start to lose perspective as it’s so far beyond any semblance of morality or decency.

Still, there’s no excuse to censor those authors as far as I can see.

You don’t win against full Nazis by going full Nazi. Let the marketplace of ideas prevail. Most sane people reject Nazism, just as they reject infanticide. We don’t need to censor non-criminal speech.

Receiving Australia Governor-General Bravery Medal

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia | Posted on 30-03-2015

I was recently notified that I’m receiving a Bravery Medal from the Australian Governor-General for something I did a while back. The list of recipients is on this page (direct link to PDF).

Today, I was contacted and interviewed by a news reporter from 7 News, Jackie Quist The clip was a lot shorter than the interview. 🙂

They used the 1 part that I was secretly hoping that they wouldn’t. But, oh well.

Jackie asked me a question, which put me right back at that moment where I’d asked myself if I was going to stand by and watch this fellow burn to death. I tried to answer, but I broke down.

The thing is, a few years prior, I’d tried to help a friend, and I really, really tried. But I didn’t try hard enough, and he died. He was one of my closest friends. His death hit me hard. And standing in front of that burning car with that fellow screaming for help… I’d already miserably failed one of my closest friends, and I couldn’t fail like that again. Thinking about and talking about that moment, standing there in front of the flames, brings back all the pain of losing someone who was very dear to me. For some reason, those two memories and events are tied together for me.

Kefir, Kombucha, and a Fantastic Lady to Get it from in Melbourne

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Anarchism / Voluntaryism, Australia, Business, Melbourne | Posted on 29-08-2014

Being in the market for some healthier foods, I happened across a Gumtree ad:

http://www.gumtree.com.au/s-ad/camberwell/miscellaneous-goods/probiotic-starters-kombucha-water-kefir-milk-kefir-melb-p-u-/1038097067

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Now, that’s likely to go stale, but you can still reach the lovely lady behind that here:

http://www.bbdfran.com/contact-bbdfran/

Or email her here:

bbdfran@gmail.com

She’s got a wonderful knowledge of kefir and kombucha, and I can’t help but gush at the level of customer service she offers. You will be hard pressed to find anyone offering what she does. I was quite stunned. Few people go that far. Companies? Very rarely.

If you are in Melbourne, and withing reasonable distance (Melbourne is about 100 km across), then look her up as she is a wonderful resource to purchase some kefir from.

She has a Facebook group for people that purchase from her, and it has a good amount of activity there with some great tips and information.

Now, that being said… with my background in software and business, I’d have to say that she’s got a really, really terrible business model. I don’t mean that as an insult though. To understand what I mean there, you need to know that the product she sells allows you to create your own kefir and kombucha virtually forever with no additional purchases necessary.

Gillette would roll in his grave at that.

But I suspect that Fran has different motivations than pure profit. I suspect that she is more motivated by a desire to help people and to see people increase their level of health.

Her level of dedication and honesty have earned a good deal of respect in my books.

If you’re in Melbourne, and if you are looking to increase your health, and if you appreciate stellar customer service, check out the links above. You’re looking for Fran.

Ryan

 

Bitcoin Meetup: Underbelly Edition – Drugs & Gambling

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia, Bitcoin, Melbourne, Money | Posted on 11-05-2014

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Here are a few videos from the last Melbourne Bitcoin Meetup. The topic was “Underbelly Edition” with talks on online gambling with Bitcoin and drugs (Silk Road).

Online Gambling:

Madeline’s Organic Eggs:

Drugs & the Silk Road:

 

 

 

Pulling a Fellow from a Burning Wreck

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia, Awake, Melbourne, Uncategorized | Posted on 18-12-2012

I need to get some thoughts down while they’re still fresh enough for me to remember.

The other night I was working on some material for Samsung’s Family Story service when I heard some loud, dull thudding noises. I figured that maybe a car in the parking lot adjacent to where we live had hit a tree or something. A moment later, the power flickered and my computer went off.

I put on my shoes, grabbed my cigarettes, and went outside on the porch then hopped over the railing and climbed down. I lit up my cigarette and began walking up the driveway towards the road where I could see other people turning left. I began to run up the driveway to follow and see what had happened.

Turning west on Malvern Road, I could see a fire off a bit over a hundred meters or so. I ran towards it. As I got closer, I could see a large crowd had gathered near an accident scene.

A telephone pole had been broken clear off at the base, but I couldn’t rightly see where the telephone pole had originally come from. It had fallen over by a compact car and tree. Between the tree and brick wall beside it was a mangled white sedan (I couldn’t tell the make or model) that was on fire.

As I arrived at the scene, I walked closer figuring that with the large crowd there, and me arriving what I thought to be rather late, that everyone in the accident had already gotten out of the cars and were somewhere around. I looked around, but couldn’t tell as it was quite dark. The power had been knocked out by the telephone pole being snapped at the base, so there were no street lamps, and tree cover only added to the darkness. The only light was the blazing wreckage of a totaled car.

I then heard a voice screaming, “Help! Help!” A couple people were near the burning wreck at this point. Other voices I could hear were a woman screaming to not step on the tram tracks (the telephone pole had electrical wires cut and on the ground), and perhaps the same woman screaming that the car was going to explode.

I thought to myself, “Hold on, am I really going to just stand by here and watch a person burn to death?” My head quickly filled with numerous thoughts.

“What if you try to help, but get sued for it? You can’t afford a lawsuit.”

“What if the car blows up and you get hurt or killed? Your daughter will have no father, or your wife will have to take care of you and your daughter.”

I tried to push those thoughts out. They were all terrifying, but the immediate situation was far more real and very much right in front of me.

“Cars only blow up in Hollywood. Gasoline needs a 1:9 mixture with air to be explosive. So as long as the fire is in the engine and not at the gas tank, it doesn’t matter…”

It was hardly much consolation. Doubts and fears continued to race through my head.

It’s surprising how many thoughts can run through your head in such a short time. I ran over to the car and began to try to pry the twisted front passenger door open to get at the driver.

The thoughts and fears continued racing. But somebody was certainly going to burn to death. The flames were only getting higher.

The door was twisted between the tree and wreck. A man’s hand stuck out through a gap between the car door and where it should normally be shut – the car frame. I tried the rear passenger door to no avail. It was similarly twisted into a fixed position and wouldn’t open.

Some other people were there. Two or three. I’m not sure as I didn’t glance around to look at anything else. I remember seeing out of the corner of my eye that a man had a large piece of wood (likely from a smashed picket fence), and was hammering on the rear passenger window, again to no avail. (I’d gone back to trying to get the front door open.)

It was frustrating. The doors wouldn’t open. The windows wouldn’t break. The people alongside me must have been feeling the same sense of hopelessness. I thought that this was it. He was going to burn to death.

To make matters worse, while we were trying to get through to this guy, some woman was screaming, “Get away! It’s going to explode.” Great. Just what I wanted to hear. It’s not like I didn’t already have those worries and doubts. I really needed to have them reiterated for me. I told myself the flames weren’t that bad as they were still in the front of the car, and not the back where the gas tank was. It wasn’t going to blow up. That’s just Hollywood. This is real life.

I stepped back thinking that I needed to find something hard and heavy to smash the window. Wood wouldn’t cut it. It was then that my foot brushed up against something. I could feel the weight as my foot pushed it. I couldn’t see as it was dark and the only light was the fire from the engine. I was again frustrated that my eyes aren’t as good as they used to be. (I now wear glasses.) I couldn’t help but think that 10 years ago, seeing in this kind of light wouldn’t have been a problem, again with all the same numerous thoughts and more racing through my head.

“I hope it doesn’t explode. I’d better be right about explosions only happening in Hollywood…”

“I need a rock. Something hard and heavy…”

“He’s only got a little time left. The flames are getting higher and higher.”

“If I don’t find something quick, I’m going to have to leave, and then I’ll have to helplessly watch this fellow burn to death.”

I got down on my hand and knees and began to sweep for what I’d hit with my foot. Half a brick. Good enough.

I stepped up to the front passenger window and began beating it with the half-brick that I’d found. The first hit did nothing. A few more hits and nothing. The flames were still getting higher and the fumes and smoke were thick. I continued hitting the window when it began to give way. A couple more hits and I’d made a hole.

Thankfully, though car windows are strong, they’re also made to shatter without the sharp edges that you get with normal glass. The hole sent cracks through the entire window, so I quickly began to pull out the shattered glass.

The fellow’s hand was still between the door and car frame. I yelled for him to give me his hand as I pulled out the last of the glass from the window frame. He wasn’t in any condition to do much at all.

I pulled his hand around and through the front passenger window. I heard some people yelling something behind me, but was too focused on what I was doing to know exactly what they were saying.

I began to pull on his arm and yell for him to give me his other arm, but he really was in bad shape. It was hard to see through the flames and smoke, which is why I’d yelled for him to give me his other arm, but I managed to see through the wafts of smoke and grabbed his other arm.

Someone beside me quickly grabbed his second arm and we began to pull him out, but as he was about half way out through the window, his legs got stuck on something. I’m not sure what it was as I couldn’t see well enough through the smoke.

I reached into the car to grab his waist and pull him up and out. Someone else might have grabbed the arm I had. As I pulled his waist up and out, he suddenly came free and out of the car. I fell back, lost my footing, fell to the ground, then got back up and grabbed his left wrist again to drag him away. Some other people were helping, but I was too fixated on the fellow there to look at them or pay attention to anything else. I just knew that we were getting him out and away.

We dragged him to the other side of the road and let him down. I could hear sirens and looking down the road, I could see what appeared to be several emergency vehicles approaching. It looked like a fire truck and a police car. I couldn’t make out an ambulance there, but figured that one must not be too far behind.

The flames on the car were even higher now, but other thoughts began racing through my head. I was out of breath and coughing horribly as I’d gotten a good deal of fumes and smoke in my face.

I looked down at the fellow and saw his left arm had been ripped open in the accident. I’ll skip the grizzly details as it’s something I’d rather forget. He was thin and appeared to be rather tall. His clothes were soaked in blood.

I’d cut my knuckles while flicking something dry at the sink earlier that day, as I’d accidentally hit the tap. I’d just not been paying much attention – trying to do a few things at the same time. I looked at my hands closely and saw that they were covered in blood, particularly my right hand where I’d smashed my knuckles against the tap. I began to worry about blood-borne diseases. I couldn’t have that. What would it do to my wife?

I knew that there was nothing more that I could do for the fellow laying on the ground. His injuries were pretty severe, and I’m no trauma surgeon. The ambulance wouldn’t be too far behind, and he was out of the car, safely away from it. I’d done what I could do, so I began to walk away, thinking about cleaning off the blood.

A fellow approached me saying, “Well done!” I don’t remember exactly what he said as I was coughing too hard, out of breath, and couldn’t speak. I dipped my hands in a puddle at the side of the road to wash off the blood, and couldn’t help but think about how disgusting that was. I then made my way back home to wash off the blood more.

I got in, still coughing, made my way to the bathroom sink and began washing my hands. I noticed then that I was bleeding fairly badly from my knuckles. I figured it was just a minor cut, and simply bleeding as it was on my thumb knuckles. I must have cut myself smashing the car window.

My wife came into the bathroom asking what she could do. I sputtered out, “Thieves soap in kitchen.” She came back in with it so I began to wash more. Still out of breath and horribly thirsty, I grabbed a couple glasses of water.

I told Yen that, “He’s pretty fucked up,” and gulped down the water as Yen helped me put on a few bandages.

Curious as to what was happening, I went back to the scene. An ambulance had arrived, and I didn’t see the fellow on the road. While I was there, the fire department was putting the fire out of the burning wreckage.

I spoke briefly with a police officer, then a talked with a few other people, including a couple people who had helped with getting the fellow out of the car.

I was still coughing pretty badly, and noticed that my hand was still bleeding more than I’d thought.

Figuring that I’d better take care of my hand, I went back home. I was in a fair bit of pain by this time, and seeing how my cuts were, I figured I’d better make a call to tell a client that I might not make the morning deadline. Just as I was pulling up an email with his phone number in it, the power company shut off all the power so that they could work on the lines and the snapped telephone pole. So much for that. Luckily the client was quite understanding with the situation, and extended my deadline.

Well, time for candles. My wife and I lit some candles, put them around the house, then pulled off the bandages, put some hydrogen peroxide on the cuts. They were fairly deep compared to what I’d thought before, and I figured that I’d need stitches, especially as they wouldn’t stop bleeding. I also figured that I’d need to get a blood test, and that was what I was most worried about as it would affect my family much more.

So, I drove off 1-handed to the hospital. And yet again, I was thankful for the driving knob I have on the steering wheel. it makes turning the wheel very fast and easy, and makes sharp turns possible that you couldn’t do otherwise.

I drove to The Alfred Hospital as it’s the closest one. The nurse and doctor were very nice. At one point the doctor that was taking care of the fellow we pulled from the burning wreck came in and thanked me. It was very nice of him.

I gave some blood to be tested, had a couple x-rays (chest for smoke inhalation, and hand for embedded glass), and got 5 stitches. It’s all healing quite nicely. I figure the small scars will make a good story someday. They’re not all that bad. Here’s a picture that my wife took:

My hand 5 stitches

I didn’t know before, but as I was about to leave the hospital, I saw a poster that detailed some about how The Alfred Hospital is equipped for racing car accidents. There’s an annual race in Melbourne that’s nearby, so a trauma unit that can handle accidents from it is needed. The fellow we pulled out there is quite lucky in some ways to have had that particular hospital nearby. Apparently he’s stable now.

The next day, I spoke with a couple neighbours that saw the wreckage that previous night. One showed me a video that she took on her phone just after we’d pulled the fellow out of the car. The video showed the car engulfed in flames. She said that if we’d not gotten the fellow out of the car, he certainly would have died in the fire. I’d take her at her word for it as she’s a nurse and has a good deal of experience with these kinds of things. She’d stepped in to help the fellow just as I was first leaving the scene. Apparently he was conscious, could still talk, and was saying his name.

My other neighbour told me that while it was brave, it was also stupid. He had a good point in noting that I have a daughter and wife to take care of. I had no obligation there, and if I’d been injured, what would happen to my family?

I just couldn’t get that question out of my mind at the time: Are you really going to just stand by and watch this fellow burn to death as he screams for help?

Update: I found some videos.

Water Quality and Fluoride in Melbourne, Victoria

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia, Awake, Health, Logic, Police State, Solutions to Problems | Posted on 11-05-2012

Fluoride is poisonThe quality of water coming out of the taps here in Melbourne is simply abysmal. Melbourne Water Corporation, the organization responsible for the water supply, does its best to fool people into thinking that the water is safe and fit for human consumption. The truth couldn’t be further away.

First though, I’d like to start with a little introductory video. It’s about 8 minutes long, but goes over a few things that I’ll get into greater detail on below.
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How to Get Around ISP Filtering/Censorship

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia, Philosophy, Politics, Security, Software, Solutions to Problems | Posted on 25-06-2011

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Well, it’s finally here. Australia is forcing censorship down people’s throats. They’re doing it by getting some Australian ISPs to voluntarily filter some web sites. You can read more about it at the EFF article here. I’m not going to comment on the idiocy of Internet censorship, but instead I’ll tell you how to get around censorship.

Name & Shame

Telus, Optus, itExtreme and Webshield. Those are the Australian ISPs that will be censoring the Internet in Australia.

Now, if you’re not with them, you don’t need to worry, but Telus and Optus are the 2 of the largest, so there’s a good chance that if you’re in Australia, you may need a way to get around their censorship. Here’s how…

How to Circumvent ISP Internet Censorship

There are a lot of web proxies out there, and you can use those. However, if the ISPs are filtering content, and not just URLs, then you have a problem if the web proxy isn’t using SSL, which is more than likely for most of them.

A better way to get around Internet censorship is to use a VPN, or Virtual Private Network. A VPN creates an encrypted tunnel through the Internet and hides your IP. Also, if the VPN is outside of Australia, then everything you do is completely hidden from your Australian ISP, and any other prying eyes in Australia.

There are many different VPNs out there. The important thing for you to do is to find one that does not keep logs. Without logs, nothing can be traced back to you. Some do keep logs, while others don’t.

The folks over at The Pirate Bay have setup a VPN like that at http://www.ipredator.se. It’s not free, but you can do anything you want through it without fear of being eavesdropped on or being filtered/censored. Here’s a diagram that illustrates the basics. Click to zoom on it.

iPredator

It’s €15 for 3 months, so it’s very affordable. From the site:

You’ll exchange the IP-number you get from your ISP to an anonymous IP-number .
You get a safe/encrypted connection between your computer and the Internet.

Further, from their FAQ:

Ipredator VPN service enjoys the strongest legal protection possible under Swedish Law because of the service type (pre-paid flat-rate service). This means that Ipredator do not have to keep an ordinary customer database (to be able handle transactions etc.). This is of importance if forced to hand over information.

But even if they handed over any subscriber information, there isn’t any evidence about what you did because they don’t keep logs.

Since iPredator is run by the same people as The Pirate Bay, you can rest assured that they’re not out to cooperate with any law enforcement, which makes them ideal for dissidents, human rights activists, and people living in police states.

So, if you’re using an ISP that filters the Internet, you can effectively tell them to go get stuffed by using something like iPredator.

Happy uncensored surfing!

Ryan

Melbourne Public Transportation: Contempt for Customers

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia, Melbourne | Posted on 17-06-2011

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Public transportation in Melbourne is the worst in the country. By a wide margin. It’s not even close. I just saw some rankings in the Herald Sun. Melbourne was rated 2 stars out of 5 in most categories. If they’re trying to be pathetic, they’re succeeding. Here’s an article about just how poor it Melbourne public transportation is.

But it’s worse. It seems like public transportation nationwide is a shambles. Here’s some information on poor public transport in Queensland. And Melbourne is the worst!

However, I think I have an answer as to why Melbourne is so bad: It’s run by jackasses who have nothing but contempt for their customers. Here’s some evidence!

Melbourne Metlink ad

If you fare evade, you shouldn’t be here

More checks, more fines, more often.

This is an ad? This is public relations form Melbourne’s Metlink? They think that accusing people of stealing in a public ad is a good thing? People will respect them for it? It will elevate their services in the public eye?

These jackasses show nothing but blatant and flagrant contempt for their customers. Does anyone really believe that they are capable of running a service properly when they treat their customers like that?

Clicking the link leads to this page:

http://metlinkmelbourne.com.au/news/news-promotions/fare-evaders-not-free-to-ride/

Copy and paste it, because I don’t want to actually link to these assholes.

The page reads (emphasis mine):

Metlink is stepping up the fight against fare evasion on behalf of fare-paying passengers sick of sharing their ride on public transport with freeloaders.

According to Metlink data, fare evaders are taking more than 225,000 trips each weekday and unfairly occupying valuable space on hundreds of trains, trams and buses.

To send a clear message that fare evasion will not be tolerated, Metlink has launched a new advertising campaign featuring a television commercial that shows fare evaders as scribbled out images that have no right to be travelling on the public transport network.

Fare evasion costs Victorian taxpayers and fare-paying passengers an estimated $80 million a year. This money could pay for two new X’Trapolis trains, six state-of-the-art trams and 28 air-conditioned low-floor buses, or four VLocity trains.

With fare evasion at its highest point in five years, Authorised Officers have also increased enforcement efforts. In the first four months of this year, more than 2.6 million tickets were checked, while around 36,000 fines for ticketing offences were issued by the Department of Transport.

Public transport operators have made inroads into reducing fare evasion, but this is a long term problem that requires a long term solution.

Through joint enforcement and marketing activities we want to make it known that for those who choose not to pay their way, the increasing likelihood is that they will be reported and face fines.

Fare evasion includes passengers travelling without a valid ticket, tickets that are not validated, concession tickets without an entitlement, expired tickets or tickets for the wrong zone.

Adults found travelling without a valid ticket face fines of $176 ($60 for those under 18).

Information on fares and ticketing is available from fares and tickets or by calling 131 638 6am – midnight daily.

Ahem. You could have been nice about it.

Yeah… I’m the pot calling the kettle black. I do occasionally rant a bit. But I don’t treat customers like shit. I actually value my customers. I rant about nasty stuff, and I don’t pull too many punches. That aside…

They do have some good points though. If they’re losing $80 million a year, that’s quite a bit. They certainly should be paid for providing the service. Maybe that $80 million could help them actually be on time for a change. I think people would like that. I would. If I took public transport that is. But I don’t. Because it’s so poor here.

Take a look at the ad again, then tell me if this could have worked a little better:

To the people here that paid their fares,

THANK YOU.

Fare evasion reduces services. Find out more.

It’s longer, but it’s certainly nicer. It sends a clear message that customers are valued, and that there is a problem. There’s a lot they could do with a campaign like that. They could ask people to help with fare evasion. Or whatever. But coming off and accusing people? Like that generates any kind of sympathy.

If you go by their ticketing numbers there, at least 1.4% of people (likely higher) don’t pay their fares. That’s a lot to skim off the top of gross revenues. I can see why they’d be upset about it.

But that’s not a license to treat the 98.6% of good customers like shit.

I’m not one of their customers, and with their attitude, I’m even more unlikely to ever take public transportation. The last time I took it, it took over 2 hours to travel a distance that should be about 30 minutes by car.  If they had a better approach to customers, I’d be much more inclined to take public transport.

It would just be nicer to see them take a nicer, or even a slightly less nasty approach.

Although, the general tactic of grouping everyone together and shouting at them seems to be common here in Victoria…

Cheers,

Ryan

Julia Gillard is a Homophobic… -NSFW-

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia, Idiotic Statements, Philosophy, Politics, Religion, Sovereignty, States | Posted on 15-06-2011

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Pink Triangle So I’m driving down the road today and listening to the Australian Parliament on the radio. And there’s a question for Julia Gillard, the Australian Prime Minister.

Will Australia issue single, non-married adults outside of Australia a letter of non-impediment to marriage?

To which she gives a resounding NO. She flat out says that gays can’t get married here, and Australia won’t allow them to get married outside of Australia. WTF?

An independent MP, Andrew Wilkie, called it “petty and mean-spirited.”  (Reference: Marriage ban is “petty & mean,” MP tells Gillard)

Well… That’s a fucking understatement! Petty? Mean-spirited? Jesus… It’s fucking de-humanizing.

It’s just simply so very WRONG on so many levels.

First, if marriage is a religious institution, then what business is it of the state to interfere in religion?

If the government wants to be in the business of registering civil unions, then fine. But that still makes the Assie wankers in Canberra a bunch of homophobic douche bags.

Second, if someone is outside of a sovereign state and in another sovereign state, they should be bound by the laws of the state they are physically located in.

Trying to export laws from a sovereign state is simply unacceptable. It is not the business of the state to dictate what consenting adults do in the privacy of their own homes.

And what business is it of the Australian government WHO an Australian gets married to outside of Australia? How does that become any of their concern or business? They can certainly be the bigoted assholes they are and not recognize the marriage, but to prevent it in the first place?

Petty and mean-spirited is the nicest way to put what happens in Canberra.

Let’s try this on for size… How about we all run around Australia and start killing all the fags! Yeah. That’s good. Heck, it’s a crime in Uganda, and the penalty is death, so why not shoot a dyke in the name of justice?

That’s idiotic! But Australia wants to do the same thing: Export laws abroad.

I’m not gay, but I have a vested interest – when a government feels justified in oppressing its people, we all lose.

Julia Gillard is a disgraceful human being. She makes me sick.

She’s the kind of person that I can imagine Diogenes of Sinope spitting in her face and saying he couldn’t find a worse place. It would be true.

Keep in mind that Australians were hunting Aborigines like animals less than 50 years ago.  Australia has a long and rich history of bigotry and oppression. Julia Gillard only adds to that.

Disgusted in Melbourne,

Ryan Smyth

Slayer Cancels at Soundwave

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Posted by Cynic | Posted in Australia, Music | Posted on 01-03-2011

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Poor bastard announces Slayer cancels in SydneyWell, I ended up driving 2,024 km to see Slayer in concert at Soundwave in Sydney. They canceled. Tom was sick and taken to the hospital. Sigh… Oh well. I hope that I have a chance to see them some other time.

The picture there is the poor bastard that had to announce that Tom was taken to the hospital. Man… That had to suck for him.

As you can imagine, the crowd was pretty pissed. People came from pretty far away to see Slayer, like me, and they were horribly disappointed. Below you can see lots of garbage being thrown at the stage.

Slayer fans throw garbage at stage in Sydney

I really only wanted to see Slayer, so it was a big letdown. I’m thinking about seeing if I can get a ticket to see them here in Melbourne. We’ll see.