Showing posts with label careful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label careful. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

FACEBOOK "DISLIKE" SCAM: BE ALERT!

Facebook members have been warned about a scam which purports to offer them a ''dislike'' button to condemn their friends' posts.

The social networking website, with over 500 million users, which offers its subscribers only a “like” button for anyone’s updates, is now faced with a fake “dislike” button, which is spreading like a virus across the site.

The fake dislike button is followed with a link that takes people to a fake application. Instead of installing a dislike button, the application uses the person’s network to continue spreading the fake programme.

It may be pertinent to point out that for long a growing number of users have been demanding the introduction of an official “dislike” feature to accompany the ''like'' button already in place. The scam is likely to be the culmination of this growing demand.

Graham Cluley of the British security firm Sophos investigating the scam said the fake dislike button is part of a recent trend of Facebook scams. “It’s the latest survey scam spreading virally across Facebook, using the tried-and-tested formula used in the past by other viral scams.”

Such schemes are designed to steal information from internet users. That information then can be sold to other parties. The scams are also used to affect an internet user’s social network contacts.

“Watch out for posts that look like this: I just got the Dislike button, so now I can dislike all of your dumb posts!” Cluley said.

“If you do give the application permission to run, it silently updates your Facebook status to promote the link that tricked you in the first place, thus spreading the message virally to your Facebook friends and online contacts.”

According to sources, the hoax tempts users by appearing to come from a friend. When users click on the link it prompts them to install a rogue application, which does not function as a “dislike” button. Once a user has given permission to access their profile, it updates the user's page with a link and a message: "I just got the dislike button, so now I can dislike all of your dumb posts lol!!!"

The experts give the following advice to avoid the fake button, “If you accidentally installed the fake application, click on the ‘account’ button at the top right of the Facebook home screen. Navigate to the option that says ‘application settings’ and disable the fake ‘dislike’ application.”

“If the application is posted to your Facebook wall, go to your profile page and delete those posts to stop the scam from spreading further.”

Facebook has said it is trying to block the “dislike” button.


Users of the networking site should think carefully before they click on an unknown link in a friend's status update as these scams are becoming increasingly common.

''Giving away personal information in a survey and allowing an application access to your profile is extremely risky and Facebook users need to wise up to this rather than just clicking on links that they see, just because they appear to be from a trusted source.''

''We're always working to improve our systems and are building additional protections against this type of content,'' she said.

''As always, we encourage people not to click on suspicious links anywhere on the web, even if they've been sent or posted by friends.

''We also have a robust reporting system in place and encourage our users to report any content they suspect to be spam or have the potential to compromise a user's account through the 'flag' button underneath each post.''

Thursday, July 29, 2010

OUT OF DARKNESS

Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often? When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.

The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand. Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.

Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.

"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."

"Hello, Jack." No smile.

"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."

"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain.

Good. "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit - just this once." Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct." Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.

"What'd you clock me at?"

"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"

"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car."

Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?

Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.

"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost? Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:

Dear Jack,

Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it -- a speeding driver.

A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again.

A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left.

Bob

Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.