• Forward/reverse entries
• CNAMEs

The command line arguments are –k (privkey) –a (action) –h (hostname) –i (ipaddr) –c (cname) –d (debuglevel) (-t ttl)

Usage:
    setns -k privkey -a set -h hostname (-i ipaddr|-c cname) [-d #] [-t ttl]
    setns -k privkey -a unset -h hostname (-i ipaddr|-c cname) [-d #]

You need to be familiar enough with Bind9/DNS to have created a keypair with dnssec-keygen and added it to your named.conf.

Other ways of simplifying this are a Tcl/Tk GUI tool and a python script. Neither of which have the distinct advantage of my tool: giving me an excuse to do useful/interesting things with bash. Downsides are perennial scripting problems with insufficient input validation, it’s not transactional (i.e. if the second half fails it won’t back out the first half), and it requires FQDNs rather than using your search domain.

The script, available under the GPL.

Also, good to see all the progress we’re making in the illegal, immoral, unjust, but magically winnable war to let Exxon take upwards of 75% profits on all the unexploited oil reserves in the Baghdad in the Midwest Cornfields.

That night, I couldn’t help but think that this is no longer my country. I’m living on the same landmass, but “America” has packed up and left for greener pastures.

That is a fiction. The America I pine after has only ever existed in the fever dreams of its bohemian idealists. America as a whole has always been a brutal, mean-spirited hypocrite. It enslaved millions of Africans in the name of God. It slaughtered millions of indigenous Americans in the name of civilization. It conquered Cuba and the Phillipines in the name of colonial liberation. It setup banana republics in Central America in the name of democracy. It used nuclear weapons in the name of peace. It impoverishes a large chunk of the planet in the name of development. It conquered Iraq in the name of freedom, and continues to decimate it in the name of stability.

Now, it has decided to let itself disappear anyone it wishes and abuse them forever—in the name of security.

The climate chaos unleashed by finding large new reserves would make the mere collapse of industrial civilization look like a sideshow bagatelle¹

On the other hand, it’s somewhat disappointing to have my belief in Peak Oil skewered so expertly. The issue is not so much that I believed in it, but rather that there is so much petroleum in the world as to make both extreme climate change and further impoverishment of the U.S. poor and middle classes essentially inevitable.

I don’t, however, subscribe to his hand-waving dismissal of the petrodollar theories for the invasion of Iraq, if for no other reason than he does the standard “only on the Internet” shuck-n-jive in lieu of any actual counter argument. Yes, Bush wants to devalue the dollar against the Euro. That does not include throwing the global economy into chaos by letting over three billion dollars sit idle each day—or worse, come back to the Federal Reserve as countries dropped their dollar currency reserves, no longer requiring them to trade oil? Because that is what a switch from the dollar to the Euro would entail.

Americans really don’t care about freedom; they don’t really care about liberty; they don’t care about any of that.²

After that, the book reaches into the various voting scams which allowed Bush to steal the office, again. It covers quite a bit of information, from Ohio to New Mexico, from the more mundanely racist lists of voters to challenge to the more “sexy, Hollywoodish” (the book’s term) machine hacking. On page 243, I read the following, from an African American who was illegally denied the right to vote in 2000 in Tampa, and would have been again in 2004 had Palast’s filming crew not shown up to do a story on him:

I went into the place to vote and I was with my son and there were about 40 to 50 other people around and I got up there to vote and they told me I was a convicted felon. I told the young lady that I had never been arrested. I’ve never been arrested in my life. I I was in the military for four years and have been in the medical field ever since. You can’t even work for a hospital being a convicted felon… I was in the Persian Gulf War in ’91. It’s pretty screwed up how they did me, but what can I say?

I was upset, I was ashamed—with 40 people around—it made me feel real bad. And I’m just hoping I get a letter stating, hey, you can vote again, Willie.

I really feel it was bad for African-Americans—but hey, what can we do sometimes? What can we do?

At which point I collapsed out of my chair with a colossal fucking headache behind my left eyeball. After lying down for a few minutes to get my bearings back (an interesting experience in itself, BTW), I continued reading, eventually coming across another couple gems from New Mexico: Governor Bill Richardson (the only Latino governor in the U.S.) is the son of a Citibank executive and a woman who hails from Mexico City, and the only greater predictor of how worthless your vote is than race is income.

The resistance is just waiting to be organized³

When this is all finally sorted out, the middle class in general, and white people in particular will have a lot to answer for. It may be us, the younger-types in the workforce today asking for the accounting. It may be our kids. People will turn back to the last few generations and ask them: why did you let them get away with all this? Why did you keep your head down, trying to not fight them.

We’re all so busy scraping, just trying to hang onto our own toys, that they can get away with these kind of colossal crimes they’ve been getting away with. And while you’re busy trying not to get fired, they lynch the black guy next door. And that’s just the progressives/liberals/left.

The self-described “conservatives” will have more. One thing I don’t want to see, after the fight has been won, is some kind of phony “healing process” where all the bosses get to pretend they had nothing to do with it—to pretend they weren’t right there at the table, waited on by starving people. Where none of the police can quite remember who was in the K-9 units, and none of the military men can recall who was killing families and raping women in some desert hut, 12,000 miles away.

Ever notice how they never can find the racist cops in those civil rights documentaries—the cop who was siccing the dog on the kid, or the fireman manning the fire hose? That’s what I mean.

1. Robert Newman’s A History of Oil
2. Aaron McGruder, on C-SPAN
3. Ani DiFranco, Millennium Theater

Now, there hasn’t been a massive anti-war mobilization in the U.S. since the weekend the war started. The only time anti-war protests garner any significant media attention is when Cindy Sheehan is involved. The protests at the start of the war were described by Bush as “focus group”, and the G knows that Democracy means the people sit down and shut the fuck up unless they’re being asked to rubber stamp the nation’s managers’ (who must be wise, otherwise how did the owners know to buy them) cushy perks for the next two, four, or six years.

But that’s another issue. What this guy is really saying is that hippy leftists have managed to cause the most destructive military machine in the history of the world to fail in their attempt to subjugate a dirt-poor country which suffered under sanctions and a CIA-infilitrated weapons-inspection regime for 12 years. Without really doing all that much.

So as a hippy leftist, you’re telling me that I just helped defeat the most cock-diesel motherfuckers in history, without holding any substantive power, writing any editorials for newspapers, attending an anti-war protest in nearly three years, or really doing anything outside of getting up and going to school or work? My mere existance means you lose?

Wow, thanks!