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Got that? – see how *not* in charge – I really am?

In looking for a (free) method of getting the user emails for my [Dark Times Newsletter], I stumbled over something called Contact Form 7: that’s very good, but it also warned about using old version of reCAPTCHA by Google, and they were right! – I couldn’t send a test message with it on my site.

Not that it was even working, ..Because I’d set it up when all you needed was HTTP and not HTTP(S): as the bloody monolith called Google has insisted, and now what everyone is begrudgingly using.

HTTP Bullshit aside.

Getting the V3 set up on my site was relatively painless, .. and now I have a (curly side-slide-in-Icon) that says I’m protected – Whoopee! – But it’s one whop too early.

Firstly, .. it has slowed my site down, but not by that much.

Secondly  .. I then foolishly decided to rely on it as method to protect my site, and then stupidly reset the click box, [Anyone can register].

Fuck me, but within five minutes of doing that .. I only had three sodden Bots register, but they weren’t fucking Bots, (they were real people), and one of the little shits had even managed to change (his/her) password before I managed to deleted the lot.

The Contact Form 7 looks quite good, and I’ll plod on with that till I’ve mastered it.

  • But am I in charge on the rest? – No I’m fucking well not.

Thanks for staying with me, Jessica.


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Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]


Close this shit

Ain’t that so cute? – An innocent looking form on a web page; asking you to register to go on their exclusive mailing list: never seen that before? – { Huff! }

Anyhow: if you do sign up, then this is ( My Promise! )

(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.

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