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Bloggers are dependent on others.

I found that out this week as I was blocked trying to get into my own site.
At first it appeared that the site might have been hacked.

Perhaps I had succumbed to a phisherman.

But later it became apparent that it was simply a problem with the host’s server.

Such is modern life. A guy I’ve never met arranged years ago to host on his dad’s server.

It took digging through old paperwork for a couple of days to even find out how to contact the place where the blog was hosted.

We live in a time that is probably bad for people who tend toward paranoia.
In the last month we’ve seen the IRS overstep its bounds…The Justice Department take questionable steps to monitor the Associated Press and a Fox reporter…. Revelations in the last several days of harvesting cell phone and internet records from the providers most of us use….

Time to go listen to the Rolling Stones’ “Fingerprint File”. Here’s what Mick Jagger wailed (link to play the song at the end of this post):

“Fingerprint file, you get me down
You keep me running
Know my way around. Yes, you do, child
Fingerprint file, you bring me down
Keep me running
You keep me on the ground
Know my moves
Way ahead of time
Listening to me
On your satellite

Feeling followed
Feeling tagged
Crossing water
Trying to wipe my tracks

And there’s some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin’ papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down

You better watch out
On your telephone
Wrong number
They know you ain’t home

And there’s some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin’ papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down

Who’s the man on the corner; that corner over there
I don’t know. Well, you better lay low. Watch out

Keep on the look out
Electric eyes
Rats on the sell out
Who gonna testify
You know my habits
Way a head of time
Listening to me
On your satellite

And there’s some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin’ papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down
It gets me down

Hello, baby, mm-hmm
Ah, yeah, you know we ain’t, we ain’t talkin’ alone
Who’s listening? Well I don’t really know
But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight
‘Cause I know they takin’ pictures on the ultraviolet light
Yes, uh huh, yeah, but these days it’s all secrecy; no privacy
Shoot first, that’ s right… you know
Bye bye.
Right now somebody is listening to…… you
Keeping their eyes peeled…… on you
Mmm, mmm, what a price, what a price to pay
All right. Good night, sleep tight”

The increased evidence that privacy is so, well, old-fashioned may be a yawn for millennials who have adopted a culture of wide self-revelation.

But all of this can hardly be good for that small group of injured workers who are feeling like they are under the microscope all the time. Just yesterday I spoke with one, who said the stress of litigation was tearing him up.

Films on his case arrived yesterday.

Anyway, it’s good to be back up, online. Stay tuned. I’ll be commenting soon on some of the DWC regs which are being revised.

Now, time to settle in and listen to the Stones:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dLa2l1tyx0

Julius Young
www.workerscompzone.com
www.boxerlaw.com

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