The Spy Act prohibits keystroke logging, hijacking, and phishing.
quote by Cliff Stearns
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The greatest tragedy in mankind's entire history may be the hijacking of morality by religion.
quote by Arthur C. Clarke
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Of course, you always have to be concerned about hijacking. But with the measures that are in place right now, I'd say that probably the airways are as safe as they've been in a good number of years.
quote by Hugh Shelton
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He is not of us who is not affectionate to the little ones, and does not respect the old; and he is not of us, who does not order which is lawful, and prohibits that which is unlawful.
True, Heaven prohibits certain pleasures; but one can generally negotiate a compromise.
There is only so much negotiating and maneuvering that can be done while the aircraft is under siege in mid-air. Therefore, the best way to put a stop to hijacking is by having high levels of security implemented by qualified and trained personnel both on the ground and in the air.
quote by Isaac Yeffet
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The Establishment Clause prohibits government from making adherence to a religion relevant in any way to a person's standing in the political community.
quote by Sandra Day O'Connor
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Profile
I can’t keep up
With this world’s
Fast pace.
Logging into
Social networking
To keep changing
My face.
(Poem themed on Photo)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The middle class
Illicit relation is easy
In lower and upper classes, where
Rank is too low or too high to mind.
Only the middle class prohibits it.
17.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Plastic Girl
Hey!
Hey!
Plastic girl
Seams on a magazine
Plastic girl
Shes logging on a tv screen
Cos I know where youre going
Cos I know where youve been
Plastic girl is coming
---- is to be real
Hey!
Plastic girl
Seams on a magazine
Plastic girl
Shes logging on a tv screen
Cos I know where youre going
Cos I know where youve been
Plastic girl is coming
------is to be real
Hey!
Bye bye bob is was nice to have known you .........after 4 here we go
Plastic girl I ........
You can always rely on a lead guitarist to play lead guitar when you want to sing a vocal
Hey!
Heres to plastic genius,
Genius of the magazine
Because you know where youre coming from
And we know where youve been
.........
Just...
Just...
Just...
Hey!
Just
Just
Just
Just
Just
Just
Just
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The principle inherent in the clause that prohibits pointless infliction of excessive punishment when less severe punishment can adequately achieve the same purposes invalidates the punishment.
quote by William J. Brennan
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Cyber Stalker Cherielyn
Cyber stalker
Preys on the web
From a call center
Bored and drab
Quite pathetic
In a mental trap
Gravely sick
All warped up
Sends phishing mails
Sends useless texts
But her efforts fail
She got me vexed
Traced her and so
This time I am
To her will go
Reveal her scam
Report her ruse
Get her banned
For cyber abuse
To jail she lands
For those who mean
To be cyber pests
Know this Cherielyn
She's one you'll detest!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Adventurous Youth
Gargling at noisesome levels the adventure has begun,
Both inwardly and outwardly the reasoning lets run,
For youth can overcome the ready reader of newspaper,
And the awesome collections of comics, super.
The young man is against a level which prohibits,
One that cheats him as it cheats his Blitz.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We do, and there is a law in the United States - the Torture Convention - that prohibits the United States from deporting an individual to a country where there is a reasonable expectation that he will be subjected to torture - physical, mental or otherwise.
quote by Jonathan Shapiro
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Idiot Song
Sedate me in the narcotic pleasure
That can dull the senses that I measure.
Give me something that can cause me relief.
Right now, I'd take that thing like a treasure.
Just this once, why don't you act as a thief,
Hijacking my highway of non-belief?
Remove the congested roadwork I've made,
Relocate my destination from grief.
Among the phalanxes of barricades
Where the axis of myself has betrayed
The stupid notion of domestic bliss,
Inoculate me with good will, invade
My brain before I let my mind dismiss
The manic impulses inside of this.
Sing me the idiot song, reminisce.
Remind me of the child's feelings I miss.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Two Kinds Of Women
There are two kinds of women
in this world of ours.
The ones you love
and the ones that drive you crazy.
If you are lucky,
you only find the ones you love,
unlucky and you’ll find
the ones that drive you crazy.
Unfortunately, you have to live with them
to find out, which is which.
I have been lucky until recently
when a friend came on holiday
and for the two weeks, she stayed,
she wanted to control our lives,
hijacking everything
we had dreamed about.
Happily, as we pack up today
we will part company
I say with a smile
and I can get back to leading a normal life.
Fingers crossed that is.
26 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Killing and Robbing
Killing and robbing in the name of power,
Are there no laws in the books that you have been reading? ! !
Then think twice before it is too late,
For the Father in heaven is watching us all.
Is it in heaven or, is it in hell?
With pirates and rebels all over the world!
But the pirates are on the seas and the rebels are in the forests,
And like what we see at the horn of Africa and the forest of Africa.
The hijacking of ships and the killing of people,
But all these will not bring us peace on this earth;
So let us be wise in doing the right thing always,
For this earth is our home and it needs peace than war.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wardrobe-skeletons
The perils of wardrobe skeletons
Holding keys to abandoned souls.
And hearts covered with lesions…
Rattling in self-confining asbos
Is a self-abuse shadowy iceberg?
That prohibits all natural warmth…
Whatever germinates is a stillbirth?
A trust, that's eventually abhorred.
Healing can only come from within,
Absolving doesn't arrive easily.
Neither does the strength to forgive.
Who wants to act - reasonably?
It's skeletons that should suffer
An eternity to loiter - unloved
Locked in their airless; lifeless, coffins
Conduit ice flows bumping abrupt.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Cheerio!
The hackney carriage has pulled up at the door, what more could one ask for.
Off on a unknown trip, one last zip to do up on the case.
He’ll leave no trace of having been here, not at all.
He hadn’t had a ball, now it was time to move on, soon he would be gone.
Made no real friends, this is where it ends.
Bags stowed away in the taxi, lifts in the Dachsy and then they’ll be off.
One last look at what was home, and across the road at the Hippodrome.
He never went in there, perhaps he was too square.
Meters, logging up the cost.
Feeling kind of lost.
Station please.
Loneliness feels like a disease, at least he’s got the dog,
but with him there is no dialogue, just a one way conversation,
with no elation.
Ah, well. What will be will be, perhaps he’ll join the military.
He’s leaving now, he has to go.
Cheerio!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Getting old and waiting for love
Getting old and waiting for love
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Love me please I ask
I am growing older by the day
And I am tired by waiting
Is there something wrong with me
That I am unable to see or change
Love me please I ask
While still waiting on a answer
Is money my downfall
The lack of it prohibits me
From travelling to places new
Going to restaurants and bars
I am tied to where I can walk
And live a life on budget
But I am still me regardless
With the right love the right help
I maybe could make something
Make something of myself
But who is there to support me
When I am still asking
Love me, love me please
Who is there in the dead of night
When my doubts come to haunt me
Laughing at what I said
So I wait on who will answer
Love me, love me please
poem by Matthew Holloway
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humor ***** LOVERS MOON IN A PROHIBITED PARK
A tardy moon
rushing down the park
Pair of lovers
await
kissing among slight darkness
above the risks of grass bites
blushing out flesh to flesh
under late comer
moon lit
Lovers moon
Lovers moon
Quickly ascending now
the farther it goes up
the deeper..................
the lover's intimacy
and the roving lady
guard steps closer
issuing tickets for their penalties
' this park prohibits
lewd dating and stealing romances '
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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