Oh, this fucking ransomware thing here in Nevada has me shaken. In case it didn’t make national news: someone hacked the state of Nevada. No, like the whole fucking state system. Phones, websites, internal programs—the entire damn thing. Ransomware. It’s been going on since Monday, and I think every state office is still closed. Including the DMV, and people are freaking out about that.
I will state, as a simple observer: that’s really impressive, and I’m proud of the hackers. I hope they pay them. I love a good hacker. I myself am nowhere close to one—looking at code makes my brain go numb. I have, however, noted in my quippy way the lack of cybersecurity and the ineptitude of those using state systems in Nevada. I believe the last thing I said before the cyberattack was:
“I try to stay ahead of the counterterrorism unit, which is shockingly easy, so I’m a little concerned about public safety in Nevada in general.”
Damn. I do know everything.
I called that shit.
And herein lies the problem: when you call that shit, as it were, and you’re being surveilled by a counterterrorism unit, things get—let’s go with—messy.
Tuesday and Wednesday, my home internet went down. Weird. The Cox website didn’t give the details it normally would, and the outage was intermittent. But it made using my internet for, you know, MY FUCKING JOB, impossible.
Now, when you know for an absolute fact that you are indeed being surveilled, you do get a bit more paranoid than the average person. I swear, I think there’s a possibility they thought it was me and took down my internet. I cannot prove this, but so far, this is one of the more amusing incidents in all of this. The sheer idiocy of what the state is doing rides that fine line between hilarity and tragedy. Like—this is fucking funny, but goddamn, how much time did they waste on me… again.
I will restate: I do not have proof of this. I will, however, state that I talked to my ex-boyfriend—I call him “lawyer boy”—to get a recommendation for an attorney in case they brought me in for questioning or something. He said that as soon as he couldn’t work the state system to do his job, he figured something like that might happen. But he went to Boyd, so… meh? I don’t know. Still, it made me feel better knowing someone else thought the same thing, even without knowing about my weird internet outage.
I am not a cybercriminal. I am not a threat to anyone physically, including—but not limited to—elected officials.
But I will be damned if any of my data they’ve obtained through fraudulent surveillance, which they continue to run off state networks after I called them out for being morons because they were so easy to trace, is still being combed through. Despite the massive outage across the state. Way to be productive. Just enjoy your day off, boys. Shit, it’s a damn snow day. …Wait, fuckers around here don’t even know what a snow day is.
I swear to the sweet motherfucking baby Jesus: this is the dumbest state in the union, and fucking Mississippi continues to exist. How is that mathematically possible?
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