I AM BACK! TODAY’S RANT ON USER ID AND PASSWORDS!

After three days of getting over my last rant, I was asked to come up with yet another set of id’s and passwords, yesterday. Well I might say this set off the volcano. I said “golly gee” and “darn” a couple of times, through the froth foaming out of my ears and nose. I felt a wave of pure white anger and then a flash of bright lights and squiggles swimming around in my eyes. “Pissed” does not even begin to describe it!

The trigger this time, was this blog that I am trying to write. This system of security is effecting my life on a daily basis. I cannot do even the simplest task on this cursed machine without spending five minutes trying to remember, and then searching for, a password. One that I had been forced to make in the past, and that I entered somewhere in this cursed book that sits front and centre on my computer desk. 

There I was yesterday minding my own business. While doing a little cosmetic work on my site. I needed to access something, in order to set up something, to fix something minor. Well, sure enough, I get there and lo and behold that cursed box pops up. It challenges me, to please enter your ID and password or click here to create a new account. Everything went blank! I swear that it was a very good thing that neither Bubbaloo or her cursed cat came by me in that moment. I would not have been responsible for my actions.

This was the fourth time I had been asked to set up a password in the week since I started this blog. I can no longer even open my site because I am so confused about which password I should use. Even though I have written them in one page of this hateful book, but 7 days in I can no longer remember which is which. I let out a mournful howl of pure animal anguish, that was primal in its origin. I bit my tongue until blood was dripping down the side of my mouth. My body went into spasms and then went rigid. Spent, I opened my little book and came up with the 71st version of my favourite combination.

I swear that the book has 40 pages of password combinations that for the most part, I have no clue as too what they were even about. In the old days, I had a very tricky password which I thought no one would ever break. That was 1111. It’s now got so complicated that I sometimes cannot even remember who I am for sure. Some of these passwords are for access to things so mundane that it makes me want to weep. Sometimes I am so beat down I just want to give up and let the freedom of Alzheimer’s take over a vacant mind.

I have password combinations for things like accessing my free email account to change my email password which I had forgotten. Whoever would want to get in there and use it to change my password, seriously needs to get a life! Of course my weather info needs protecting in case someone wants to know what part of the country I live in (this also ranks up there high, in my “get a life ratings”).

I once wanted to look at a horoscope to see if it was my week for the lotto. What do you know I needed to set up an ID and password combo! I guess in case the winning numbers were displayed in my horoscope and someone wanted to steal it. Are you kidding me? Sadly I’ll never know if I would have won, as I strongly refused to get brought down to that level. I could rant on and on but I believe each and every one of you feels some degree of frustration and rage when waking up in the morning, full of enthusiasm and excitement, only to be asked by your coffee pot for a password.

Now comes the easy part for me, which is the solution to the problem that created the need for passwords. That being the stealing of your identity and using it to drain your accounts and ruin you financially. Who would do such a thing you might ask? Well the same type that would steal parcels from your porch. Or take a purse out of an unlocked car, shoplift, duck out on a bar bill, push around a woman or child, steal an elderly persons pension check, work as telephone scammers and other such despicable crimes. These people are the dregs of society, are no use to the world and add nothing to life. They only respect and understand one thing, Punishment.

Most of them could not survive a month in a jail cell. They would be eaten alive. Very few of them steal parcels off porches in Iran . There you might lose a hand for getting caught doing such a thing. I think there are only two fitting punishments for these cockroaches. That being Capital Punishment or Lobotomy. You may howl in protest. Until the day one of these creatures violates you or a member of you family in the most personal way, with financial ruin. After a few have been disposed of, our need for passwords would almost disappear and we could breath again. I am spent but stand firm!