Samsara Marketplace has got drugs, counterfeit money, credit cards, paypal accounts, voter records, and all sorts of other stuff for sale. If you need a hundred children's social security numbers to report illegal immigrant employee income with, Samsara is a place to get it from.
Where do sellers steal something like lucrative medical records from though? Well, sheeit son, that's easy, because hospitals and doctor's offices have all gone crazy for computers! Paper records in hospital basements that are impossible to steal remotely are all entered into electronic databases now - free for the undetected taking!
So, next time you're sitting alone in a doctor's office exam room waiting for someone to walk in and stick something in your mouth or up your ass, why not stick a wifi keylogger into the back of that PC and come back a week later and siphon all that shit out without even having to enter the building? Of course there are a million other ways like phishing and PHP and SQL attacks to get lucrative medical and insurance records, but I'm posting this one because I can put one thing that drives me up a wall about the totally nonexistent security of every fucking doctor's office I walk into nowadays into one simple picture. They'd never find it. They wouldn't know what it was and would probably leave it in place if they did. They don't even know what you're talking about if you try to explain the problem with allowing thousands of people off the street unrestricted and unsupervised physical access to their computers and internal networks.
Any thoughts on Biker gangs?
I think they're pretty cool, especially juxtaposed against the other criminal elements. Mafia type organized crime has a slick, cold veneer. Very economically oriented. Street type gangs are all about power and outright intimidation, but have a sense of communal nationalism. That leaves Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs; probably the groups with the highest sense of identity and culture. A throwback to classical, uninhibited masculinity.
Guilherme attended elementary school at Antonio Rodrigues de Almeida school. In high school he attended Raul Brazil school from the 10th grade (2016) to the 11th grade (2017). According to the director of the Raul Brasil school, Guilherme attended 10th and 11th grade undisturbedly. He was a quiet student and never bothered teachers. The only time Guilherme's guardians were called at school to talk, was about the bad habit that Guilherme had of be late for classes.
Guilherme usually didn't miss many classes at school, but in the last two months of 2017 his attendance dropped a lot. He attended school for two years, until 2017. In 2018 he dropped school and was planing to get into an adult education program in 2019.
According to reports from students who studied with Guilherme, the boy was constantly bullied. Guilherme was called by several nicknames, among them were: choquito,because of the acne, and "little woman" ("mulherzinha") because of his fine features and long hair. And some students even ask if Guilherme "was in his period", both because he had thinner features and would always become very angry with the provocations (PMS).
Tatiana Taucci, Guilherme's mother, said in an interview that the boy stopped going to school because of the bullying he suffered. But some police officers and investigators says that Guilherme stopped studying to devote himself entirely to planning the massacre.
Benedito Luiz Cardoso, Tatiana's foster father and Guilherme's grandfather said in an interview that Guilherme even talked to him about bullying and his acne. When classes began this year, Guilherme told his grandfather that he didn't want to go to school because he was being bullied a lot, and that he wanted his grandfather to pay him an acne treatment. As he wanted, He didn't attended to school and did the treatment. According to his grandfather, his skin had greatly improved. Guilherme then began to do some temporary work around the city and said that he would attend high school later this year, to finally graduate.
According to reports from some students who studied at Raul Brasil, there was a little confusion involving Guilherme and a boy once. There is few information about this, but what is known is that Guilherme was humiliated by this boy. And supposedly the Inspector Eliana Regina de Oliveira Xavier, 38, had defended the boy who humiliated Guilherme in the confusion, and that made Guilherme deeply angry. Apparently this incident marked him forever so based on this story, there are great chances that Eliana's death had already been premeditated by Guilherme long ago as a form of revenge for it.
Guilherme is described by some students as a quiet, introverted boy who always went unnoticed. Many of the students (even those who had studied with him) didn't even recognised Guilherme when they saw him committing the massacre.
According to Vitor Grilo (the third suspect of them massacre) Guilherme was not bullied. In his view, it was Guilherme who bullied and mocked others, especially the "funkeiros" (people who likes or plays the music styles of funk carioca, usually this people are poor and lives in shanty towns) of the school and the “noiados” (people who use drugs). Vitor, studied with Guilherme in 2016, and says that Guilherme always said that one day he would repeat the Columbine massacre.
A school employee who prefered not to identify herself reported in an interview she met Guilherme at school, and he had a special affection for her. She also said that he had several psychological problems, but didn't go into details.
Reliable sources (?) Says that Guilherme had the habit of making an gun symbol with his hands and pretending to shoot people during the recess.
Again: All the credits goes to MentosD3ploy.
a boy named LOSER
walks off the sidewalk, shudders into his house,
and lays his weary head to sleep and dream.
In his dream, he lives two lives,
because in this world he has no life,
no class, no friends—just a Moron in this world.
During its long hours in the real world,
it’s no surprise he is LOSER.
Everyone knows—too bad—they say, only if he had a life.
Under the bright, cruel sun, he hulls his feet into his house.
Thinks about the two other lives.
Keeps on dreaming. Day dream.
What to do, what to say but dream.
That’s what losers do in this world,
where normal guys live their happy lives,
worry-free and be themselves, unlike LOSER.
A normal guy throws parties at his house,
but not LOSER—he has no life.
Be happy, be normal, get a life,
he says to himself; he can only in his dream:
In LOSER’s little mind, he brings over a girl to this house.
Only if he could do that in this real world.
LOSER. What can I say, that’s what losers do. LOSER!
Only if LOSER could live his lives.
Something LOSER can’t ever do!—lives those lives
and be normal and actually have a life.
You know why he can’t do it? He’s LOSER.
With everything he longs for, all he can do is dream
trapped in this world, in this wronged world.
Nothing to do but drag his heavy feet back into the house.
All alone in his little house
he likes to think he’s living his lives,
in his own safe little world.
No one tells him, LOSER, get a life!
No one gives him the hand gesture in his dream.
No one calls him LOSER:
Darn straight! This boy really is LOSER—LOSER with no life!
and he knows it. But he (what can he do) likes to live in his pathetic dream
drowning down in his little quirky house anyway—My Gawd! What a LOSER!