More Lockdown or just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me

 

 

This recent shut down still doesn't make sense. Despite the urge to blame the General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR) installed and updated in European EEA and UK nations, I neither reside or advertise there. 

There is a requirement to advise readers of cookies (google's in particular) for data mining and, personalization of advertising. Here's the regulation:

Cookies notification in European Union countries

European Union (EU) laws require you to give EU visitors information about cookies used on your blog. In many cases, these laws also require you to obtain consent.

As a courtesy, we have added the following notice on your blog to help meet these regulations:

"This site uses cookies from Google to deliver its services and analyze traffic. Your IP address and user-agent are shared with Google along with performance and security metrics to ensure quality of service, generate usage statistics, and to detect and address abuse."

The notice lets visitors know about Google's use of certain Blogger and Google cookies on your blog, including Google Analytics and AdSense cookies. Learn about Google’s privacy practices and how Google uses data on partner sites

Compliance is achieved first through notice. Still not in compliance? Then they shut you down. 

They actually made a law to confine Google across the pond, so wary are the Continentals. Xfinity is the most despised company in the USA, however. Reading the signs, I believe both are capable of stealing your soul.

Regulating content of postings is another matter entirely.

No notices exist that I can find of tracking cookies scheduled here. I wonder if a blanket approach is in the works. I'll think I'll try my (vendor name) malware remover. It removes cookies and clutter, bugs and redundant files. To be honest, ad blocker will save you half the trouble - it's just un-profitable for some who earn that way.

This should be a hoot. Next I'm going to delete my Google account. To test a hypothesis. If I succeed, then ... I am a Witch!

Wait, stop, come back; oh, no, you can't do dat ...

Google run Blogger town! Oh! ... too much bold, dammit ...
And that fact is the basis for the next avenue to follow. No, not the font ... never mind. I almost made another wrong turn. I can't disavow such omniscience. An improvement over being run in circles by perverse web sites, like Xfinity's, if you seek to escape coercion ... and let's not talk about AI, please? It uses pattern recognition of what it's programmer's intend it to learn. 

All that "sentient" business is just to avoid civil liabilities for discrimination and such.

Something is not right, possibly beyond the reach of typical human error; which is at the root of most all computer activity. All the rest must be accurate? I hope it wasn't by accident.

Next post will reveal, and eliminate, every blog trouble shooting diagnoses offered thus far . I hope.

The malware detector has just run its paces. The results are; might be Google trackers are not among the intruders list, mostly advertiser data search hidden in web content. Porn is a major offender ... or, so I've heard.

(vendor name), as I've mentioned, was a product recommended to me near winter's end of 2014. I had a similar service, but it was buggy. I was still not keen on buying an anti-virus program (though the last bill for the above deserves it remain nameless).

A technical person and I were troubleshooting a computer due some errant spy spotting code. Access allowed, I watched his cursor plow through my files and numbers in an orderly fashion too quick for me to fathom. We communicated long distance with a voice line. 

After a spate of searching and double checks, this service person advised, in excellent English, I should subscribe to another service (an admittance his product was inferior). He minced no words when he said it. Made no embellishments, no promises, gave no chances.  It was just a matter of fact.

I understood immediately. Despite differences in language and places not my own, trades people everywhere approve of an ironic appraisal. That type of honesty creates a bond through whatever shared misfortune. I had to ask the man where he was from; as if to measure terrain is to let us see and compare just what a culture thinks of.

"Ukraine". Vowel sounds with a forced emphasis; did the breath taken to propel them counter a weary resignation? 

I was able to hold my tongue for a moment. Impulse dared I blurt out questions like orders - for details on the ground, the mood, the villains and their saviors - verification not girded by interests specific to powers identified or so inclined to benefit.

I became aware of the tensions rising some time before the instigation of the deadliest violence that winter. A number of sources had claimed other, darker agendas. Events, people and intrigue so close to our own I couldn't look away. But, on which side of this rapid descent did this person stand? 

Corruption was the impetus of the protests, while the subsequent choice of allegiance, between the West and the East, was a card more clandestine in influence, spurring an insurrection with motives international in scope. More so than the protesters themselves might have imagined.  

"How's the weather over there?" ... somewhat detached, I nearly stuttered. When finished, I winced. 

What a disingenuous question to ask.

I sought bragging rights, the opposite of kinship. The friendly banter of avoidance; as though at this latitude, comparing all its hardships and their sums, was not a ritual begetting no one.

Maidan --

the technician reports; 

"It's as cold as fuck."