ssh -l root l4713116.e-corp-usa.com (password is “joshua”)
most of the above links are found simply by viewing the SSL certificate for any of them, as they share the same cert:
however, here’s one that isn’t listed, and requires a login:
subnet is: 220.127.116.11-255 with 1 hostname found
if you find more addresses, leave them in the comments!
i’m not even going to mention the constant and overwhelming cases of election fraud, voter suppression, unaccountable hacked voting machines with no paper ballots, or the failure of state and city boards of election to actually do something about it. (ok, well, just that once.) if you want to go down the rabbit hole of the 2016 primary election fraud so far, google is your friend (or rather, its privacy conscious alternative that uses its engine – ixquick). and so are lee camp, greg palast, and richard charnin – they can illuminate what’s REALLY happening in 2016 primary election for you.
instead, this is going to be a light piece, sharing a couple of my top recurring observations, ideas, and “hmm” moments throughout this 2016 election thus far.
1) this really needs to be said, if it hasn’t yet… “feel the bern” is just… an awful campaign slogan. it really is. there, i said it. like.. what does that even mean? what are they implying? it sounds like bernie sanders is spreading some flaming venereal disease across the country, which is not something i would equate or want to equate with his political revolution, his ideas, or his presidential campaign at all…. moreover, his campaign has completely neglected a brilliant opportunity and cultural obligation to at least attempt to pressure the talking heads into reuniting in order to record what should be not just the campaign slogan, but the bernie sanders campaign theme song… “bernin down the white house”! seriously, it’s just so perfect:
You might get what you’re after
Strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Bernin down the (White) House
Wait till the (democratic) party’s over
We’re in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Bernin down the (White) House…“
2) and while the talking heads are temporarily back together, they can use the opportunity to also do hillary clinton’s campaign theme song, too.. y’know, to play fair.. “psycho killer”! (or its alternate title: “psycho hillary”):
“She can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire [*it’s Bernin]
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire
Qu’est-ce que c’est?
Run run run run run run run away
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, away
Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah yeah!
You start a conversation you can’t even finish it
You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
Say something once, why say it again?”
bill clinton could jump in on sax, though i think maybe he’d rather play the donald trumpet. actually, donald trump would play the donald trumpet – he’s always tooting his own horn. david byrne would hardly have to even touch the lyrics – they’re so fitting already.
3) speaking of donald trump, every time he says he wants to “make america great again” i think he is saying he wants to “make america grate again”… as in, put americans to work again grating cheese. he wants to bring the cheese grating industry home, to have more grated cheese in america, to make grating cheese a domestic thing rather than continue to offshore it. good ol’ traditional government cheese.
qu’est-ce que c’est? c’est cheese! 😀
save save save
engrave enslave and save save save
you don’t understand the roads that you pave
but you gotta save engrave enslave deprave
engrave your grave with what you gave
to save your slave from holy grave
the camera dulls the cynics’ eyes
to cold water collapse of a faded surprise
a stereo meltdown quavering fast
defrosts the pale residue from centuries past
they’re arriving in gelatin masks to bring you around
to barren reality dreamscapes in dolby® digital™ surround
amidst the hum of electric furniture and hydroplanes
the ones who claim abduction are tagged as insane
all hail to the reign of the slow snow’s elite
it’s frosty the sunshine bot high on a cloud
when whoknowsomeveryone bein’ sane chat inane who’s to gain
with their mouth on the meat and a fork in the seat
see them rot glued ‘n thought say out loud weigh out loud
now look susie jane this is not house on fantasy lane
it wasn’t a case of rejected distaste
when the melodies sung were discarded as waste
well the fools are still bumbling in raucous parade
as calamity sunset devours the charade.