Evidence Mounts That the Vote May Have Been Hacked
Wish I could say I knew it, but I am glad to say I know it now.
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"In a voting system," Harris explained to Dean on national television, "you have all the different voting machines at all the different polling places, sometimes, as in a county like mine, there's a thousand polling places in a single county. All those machines feed into the one machine so it can add up all the votes. So, of course, if you were going to do something you shouldn't to a voting machine, would it be more convenient to do it to each of the 4000 machines, or just come in here and deal with all of them at once?"
Dean nodded in rhetorical agreement, and Harris continued. "What surprises people is that the central tabulator is just a PC, like what you and I use. It's just a regular computer."
"So," Dean said, "anybody who can hack into a PC can hack into a central tabulator?"
Harris nodded affirmation, and pointed out how Diebold uses a program called GEMS, which fills the screen of the PC and effectively turns it into the central tabulator system. "This is the official program that the County Supervisor sees," she said, pointing to a PC that was sitting between them loaded with Diebold's software.
Bev then had Dean open the GEMS program to see the results of a test election. They went to the screen titled "Election Summary Report" and waited a moment while the PC "adds up all the votes from all the various precincts," and then saw that in this faux election Howard Dean had 1000 votes, Lex Luthor had 500, and Tiger Woods had none. Dean was winning.
"Of course, you can't tamper with this software," Harris noted. Diebold wrote a pretty good program.
But, it's running on a Windows PC.
So Harris had Dean close the Diebold GEMS software, go back to the normal Windows PC desktop, click on the "My Computer" icon, choose "Local Disk C:," open the folder titled GEMS, and open the sub-folder "LocalDB" which, Harris noted, "stands for local database, that's where they keep the votes." Harris then had Dean double-click on a file in that folder titled "Central Tabulator Votes," which caused the PC to open the vote count in a database program like Excel.
In the "Sum of the Candidates" row of numbers, she found that in one precinct Dean had received 800 votes and Lex Luthor had gotten 400.
"Let's just flip those," Harris said, as Dean cut and pasted the numbers from one cell into the other. "And," she added magnanimously, "let's give 100 votes to Tiger."
They closed the database, went back into the official GEMS software "the legitimate way, you're the county supervisor and you're checking on the progress of your election."
As the screen displayed the official voter tabulation, Harris said, "And you can see now that Howard Dean has only 500 votes, Lex Luthor has 900, and Tiger Woods has 100." Dean, the winner, was now the loser.
Harris sat up a bit straighter, smiled, and said, "We just edited an election, and it took us 90 seconds."
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redundancy quilt.
Do I perceive vandalism to be the absolute highest form of art that there is?
Yes I do.
Have I engaged in acts of vandalism in the past?
Yes I have.
Do I plan to vandalize things in the future?
Not necessarily, but the likeliness that I will is essentially near if not at 100%.
Do I love and respect graffiti?
You're damn right.
Do I think there is an exception to every ideal?
Absolutely. And public bathrooms pretty much are that exception. The one at Johnny's, the mom and pop diner about a block from my dorm would qualify as an exception.
Honestly, guys, at what point between letting it out, shaking it off, and (hopefully) washing your hands do you look at that wall and go, "I'm going to write something nasty about niggers and spicks and faggots on this here door!" Same goes for the jackasses who write on the wall about how stupid all the other people are for writing on the wall. You still fucking wrote on the wall, too! I don't think Redundancy makes much of an exception for asses who love to inform the other asses that they are, in fact, asses.
I mean, you know, glad to see you want to make a contribution in life. Glad to see you want your voice heard. In fact, I dare say its important that you continue to do so. I wouldn't even necessarily refer to that wall as being covered in nasty, useless, ugly, half-retarded chicken-scratch carved with pencil by a bunch of asses. I'd say it is more of a ... Redundancy Quilt. Yeah. A big ol' quilt that everyone's contributing a patch to; sewing on a piece of themselves to make one big tapestry of incestual stupidity. I dare say that what you do is important in keeping us all cozy at night, wrapping ourselves in this quilt you've made for us, warming us with the knowledge that whatever inadequicies, insecurities, issues, or all around problems we may have in our lives, at least we haven't written "Faggots Burn In Hell" on a fucking bathroom door while existing under the delusion that anyone outside of idiots just like you are going to give a shit.
Thank you, Doug, for giving us Louise's number so we can call him and ask for sexual favors.
Thank you anonymous asshole, for letting me know that you fucked Stacie the waitress in that very bathroom.
Thank you, Heather, for hearting Micheal.
And thank you stupid fucks all around the world who fucked my mother, who hate jews, fags, niggers, and spicks, who scrawl their frat's greek letters for all to see, for being sk8ers and gangstas 4 ever, and for letting stupid fucks know they're stupid while simultaneously demonstrating your own stupid fuckiness. Thank you all for making life easier to bear, that we may all rest comfortably knowing that there are assholes like you setting the bar low enough for virtually anyone with a cache of polysyllabic words in their vocabulary to jump over.
And thank you, anonymous weirdo, for whatever the hell "Mustard mustard makes me cry, suicide" means.
the voice that shall tell you of your doom ... and ninjas. robots and ninjas and doom.
And so it begins! ... again ... I mean, so ... something
else ... begins ... sort of within ... the ... peramiters of ... that which has ... already ... begun ... or ... something ...
just listen to the fucking audio.
