By pwning the three branches of government and, therefore, the regulatory environment.

Ignorance makes her confident. But one can’t be so charitable about the company’s fraud.

I was admonished to be careful on a dirtbike as a child, had a fear reinforced in me. Meanwhile, this other kid was quite aggressive, and would piss me off when he’d fly by me on the track. In contrast with my parents cautions, his parents encouraged his style and he was a very highly ranked competitor in the state. He was WOT no matter where he was, turns, jumps, passing me. Absolutely fearless.

He had a bad day at the races when he was about 10 years old, suffered a significant brain injury. And he hasn’t been independent since.

I get that these aren’t tech people. But there’s a serious gap in protocol that seems to give them the ol’ Whoosh.

If I walked up on the street and asked to see somone’s dB? Lol

If a mutual acquaintance asked for your number? I’d call you with their number.

So would these non-techies. But put them on a machine and they seem to lose their minds.

Psst, want me to help you? Just give me your dB. I’ll make it easy for ya.

And they think that’s okay.

There are so many platforms anymore that I have neither the time nor desire to keep up with even a quarter of them. So maybe eight years back, a friend suggests I check out Snap Chat.

I jump on there to find about 20 pages of names of people who thought it was okay, acceptable, to share my info from their database. I’ve always been very careful and discreet with mine. But to have it thrown right in my face like that, whew. Here’s my message to those folks:

If you think it’s okay to share my private number, or anything else I’ve provided in confidence, with the planet, please delete my number.