An NSA Riddle.
By Michael Reynolds | Related entries in Discuss, General PoliticsAt 11:18 pm, March 12, 2006, a person dialing from (202) 224-4521 reached the following number: (760) 471-8418.
We have not recorded the content of that call. We don’t know who made the call, or who was called. We only know the number from which the call originated, and the number reached. And the fact that the conversation lasted six minutes and ten seconds.
Data is ever discoverable, as we’ve seen time and time again when credit card numbers have been stolen by the million. But this data, since it consists solely of telephone numbers, is entirely safe. It can tell us nothing damaging.
It’s a riddle, kids, can you tell me who called who?
(cross-posted from Mighty Middle.)
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May 13th, 2006 at 12:46 am
Ah, Google…you show me so many things I did not know existed.
Which then brings up another, very good question- If I, a housewife with very little college education, can figure out how to Google these numbers, why can’t the highly trained personnel at the NSA?
May 13th, 2006 at 2:22 am
I give. What’s the answer?
May 13th, 2006 at 5:42 am
So what’s wrong with a senator wanting a special friend? :)
May 13th, 2006 at 7:41 am
Justin:
You plug the first number into your Google search field, search, then you plug the second number in.
May 13th, 2006 at 9:10 am
Which tells you who the two numbers are registered to, not who made the calls.
May 13th, 2006 at 9:25 am
Brian:
And I’m sure that’s the argument Senator Kyl would make, were he outed for having calls made from his phone to a sex doll manufacturer. Still, his career would be damaged.
May 13th, 2006 at 9:45 am
Senator Kyl could not make this call. He is a god feerin christain who only uses sex for procreation. The WaterGate - Hooker is moonbat propaganda, Republicans do not pay for sex, they are f**king all of us for free.
May 16th, 2006 at 1:30 pm
Heh….(snicker)….mmmphh….Bwa-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!!!!
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