is the open source paradigm crippled by an inherently flawed approach to providing systems security?

the answer for me is no.

many thanks to our security team for ignoring critical SSP bugs. the answer for me is no.
many thanks to our QA lead for replacing his head with a tomato. the answer for me is still no.

and many thanks to our council for supporting names like vapier and halcy0n (and wolf*lotsofnumbers*, i never knew he was into that kind of business) with their aggressive, destructive and pervasive notions of how people should conform to their fascist little black and white one in the stink two in the pink world. i still think the answer is no.

at least you got all the rotten tomatoes in one boat now and it's slowly sinking.
I'll be happy to leave you here with what you have. There have been no innovations hosted by Gentoo Linux on the security sector of host-based systems hardening for 5 years now. You fight people leaving faster than you can hire noobs to fill redundant positions because you fuckups still keep all your puppets in the right positions to decide what the public opinion is and what the people using Gentoo should "think" about your little /usr/portage experiment there.

well fuck you then, bitches.

whatever.

as always i'll have my last curtain with a song i loved when i was young- and maybe still do.
and now i have to admit- the answer to the above question for Gentoo Linux is definitely yes.

CAKE - The Distance

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.

may the source be with you and your guards never fail at entropy.

Alex

PS: the next time you write bullshit about me in profiles/default/linux/package.use.mask, make sure you remove my name so i don't feel offended by your blatant ignorance of the problem itself.