In article comp-privacy7...@cs.uwm.edu, 0005101719@mcimail.com writes: >It's outrageous that the Digest would run a recommendation for a new >newsletter that doesn't have any track record (Aug. 21 Digest) when it >has rejected my continual efforts to bring my well-established >newsletter to the attention of Computer Privacy Dige st participants. > >I have been at this privacy business for more than 20 years. In the >past several years, I have tried to respond to Digest submissions that >sought specific information about the law or company policies... >... #(The message goes out about injustices in general. Did someone say #sour grapes?) The only possible answer for comp.privacy is: It doesn't sound like much of an outrage at all really. No-one's kidnapped my cat, molested my budgie, sent my name and address into mailing list brokers, published photos of me in compromising positions with clods of earth, released my 1973 report card, stolen my socks, peanut buttered my doorknob, installed a video camera in my toilet, counted how many bisuits I have with my coffee and posted it to the net, examined my grocery bill, barfed on my doormat, mowed half my lawn, hidden in the dishwasher, sneaked up on me in the shower, ferretted thru my underwear drawer, rifled thru my credit card statements, asked me to vote for a hairy politician, made love not war in my car (to my knowledge), fed the results of my bathroom scales to the international supercomputer in geneva, tortured my gerbil with a soldering iron to get my safe combination, pressed their sweaty face up to my bedroom window, taped my tired and mostly useless pickup lines, published a 5000 (A4) page volume of who those pickup lines DIDN'T work on (in 7 point, 8 5 colums per page, double-sided), snaffled baby photos of me from my parents and pinned them on the office noticeboard with the text "what a small weiner!" underneath, applied to have my name changed by deed poll to "Richard Cranium", exported my kidneys to china under a brand new trade agreement, passed me over for promotion because I only wash my feet once a week, examine my faeces for fibre and posted the result in alt.dirty.dirty.dirty, drunk all my milk except for a teeny tiny bit then left the bottle in the fridge, posted away mountains of magazine subscriptions in my parents name, dropped naked from the sky with my swipe card in an intimate place screaming "NO ACCESS NO ACCESS!" or called me nasty names to my face. Recently that is. So, not much of an outrage here. " " """ " " "" " "" " """ "" " "" " " "" " " "" " """ "" """ "" " " "" " " "" "" " " "" " " """ """ "" " "" " " "" " " "" " """ "" """ "" " " "" " " " " "" "" " """ "" " "" " " "" " " "" " """ "" """ "" " " "" " " """"" "" " "" " " " " " " "" " """ "" """ "" " " "" " " "" """ "" " "" " " "" " " "" " """ "" """ "" " " "" " " """"" "" " "" " " "" " " "" " """ "" """ "" " " "" " " "" """ " Mistakes are often the stepping stones to utter failure.