For an anarchic International (an approximate manifesto)

Thursday, May 5, 2022

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The pandemic of covid and its variations, that as of today directly caused more than 6 millions deaths in the world, and indirectly caused more than 15 millions, is for the most part a consequence of the environmental devastation caused by capitalist exploitation of the whole living [1] [2] [3], and of the material and cultural misery it determines and pursues.

The onset of new pandemics and their increasing frequency were foreseen by many scientists (see the previous links). Nonetheless, even in the richest countries, the pandemic stroke after a long period during which nothing was done by those who could do the most to reduce the risk that those predictions foresaw; instead, they weakened further the public health systems (the italian one, for example, had undergone massive cuts during the previous ten years, which were made by institutional right, center, left parties to almost identical extents: see [1] and [2]).

The anti-covid vaccines which are currently disposable in the richest countries do work: they are statistically very effective in preserving people who accept to get vaccinated from getting ill, although they provide a rather brief cover. But, despite the fact their development was financed to a great extent by rich states with money from tax payers, these same states in developed countries buy them at a price per dose that is up to 24 times its cost of production, while the states where the large majority of the people of the world lives can’t afford to buy them and the bosses of pharmaceutical multinationals producing them don’t remise, not even temporarily, to the related patents, and don’t publish the know-how that’s necessary to build the machines to produce them, nor are they disposable to help in building these machines and to train the people who could use them within less rich and poor countries.

This way, the covid and variants pandemic will never be defeated, and other, new pandemics will happen more and more frequently.
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A draft of some HTML extensions and one “browser rule” to secure web end-to-end encrypted communications

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Nowadays there’s a huge security problem with webapps claiming to provide end-to-end secure encryption. The problem does not reside into end-to-end encryption itself: it can be secure enough for every kind of end user, when it’s well implemented and its implementations are periodically enough audited by affordable third parties. The main and by far biggest problem with end-to-end encryption through webapps (that is, through web sites) currently resides in the fact that any webapp, with its javascript client-side code, is delivered to any user – that is you, me, anyone else – every time he/she/* opens a “page” (an URL). This means that there can’t be any effective auditing activity by affordable third parties to ensure a webapp claiming to be secure does what it should and does not what it shouldn’t, since any malicious actor with access to the web server(s) it runs on could at any time change the code to steal any (possibly targeted) user’s supposedly client-side-only and secure data.

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Stamattina, come al solito, più o meno, ho fatto un giro al parco, quello più vicino a casa. A un certo punto mi son seduto su una panca per fumare una sigaretta.
Sento un rumoretto di ghiaia calpestata, do un’occhiata dietro la mia spalla destra, vedo risalire camminando lentamente lungo la stradina sterrata di fianco al pratone-bassopiano un uomo molto barbuto, di barba bianca e lunga abbastanza curata, dall’aspetto per il resto un po’ dimesso, che spinge una bici da città vecchiotta con telaio grigio scuro e sul retro borse portarobe piene di non so e sul davanti una cesta sotto il manubrio, vuota.
Quando arriva all’altezza della panca su cui son seduto si ferma una prima volta, mi volto ancora, ci guardiamo un po’, gli sorrido, resta serio. Poi di nuovo lo fa mentre è proprio alle mie spalle. Poi un po’ più avanti. Al che gli dico «Ciao, vuoi una sigaretta?»
«Non fumo più», risponde, e si avvicina. Mi scanso un po’ sulla panca, si siede.
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