The ever cagey and evasive Rolando McClain was his usual self following Raiders scrimmage with the Cowboys today. But unlike his time with the Raiders, the Cowboys don't allow him to just choose to talk whenever he feels like it. So, we caught up with him today. Here is some of what he had to say.

With his busting out of Oakland and later retiring and being out of football for a full season, naturally the questions surrounding McClain are about whether he really has a passion to play football. He is tired of hearing about it by this point.

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"I had personal reasons I had to take care of to walk away from the game. I don't care what anybody else thinks. I did what's right for me and my family most importantly... I got myself better. I'm back in football and I'm glad to be a Cowboy."

"Middle linebacker, inside linebacker, it's the same thing. It aint no different. I stayed at home for two years. I got a three-year-old and a two-year-old. So, I was chasing them around. I lost a little weight, stayed at that weight. So, whatever."

He was asked whether he was in football shape and his answer was very strange, suggesting a bit of a misunderstanding of how to properly prepare for NFL football (Hint: It isn't chasing around toddlers).

"You ain't ever in football shape. Any football player will tell you that. You never know. Being in football shape is being able to train your mind to tell yourself you're not tired. That's football shape. It has nothing to do with wind sprints or anything like that. Football shape is being able to fight through adversity and go from one play to the next. You never know what football shape is until you go in the games. You think a five play drive is in shape and then you play the Broncos and you have a 10-play drive and you're like, hey, maybe I'm not in shape. The game depends on what shape you need to be in."

McClain has been nursing a knee injury and was limited some in the past two days versus his former mates. For the most part, there were no incidents from him and all the major scrums involved other players.

He ended the interview after one last question about whether he thinks much about his time in Oakland, and you can tell he has been asked about that very thing from every possible angle since he returned to football last month.

"I'm not gonna answer too many more questions about Oakland. I don't know what the relationship is. I had three years there, it is what it is, I made some great relationships, I still have those relationships, and I'm proud of it. That's what you do. You live and learn. I wish them nothing but the best."

At 1:37 pm yesterday, I have a motion activated video showing a fedex package being delivered to my porch. At 1:47 pm, 10 minutes later, I have a motion activated video, but it is completly black, with no sound. Twenty minutes later, I have the next motion activated video of me on the porch getting my mail, and there is no box on the porch. It looks like somehow the porch thief was able to hack into the Ring Doorbel and erase the video of them stealing the box. They didnt delete the video, they just blanked it out. They did not cover the camera up, or I would have still been able to hear background noises that are loud in this area, but the video is totally silent, and solid black. Has anybody else had this happen?

I called customer service. They looked into it and verified what I described above, then after about 20 minutes on hold, they came back and said that what they were seeing was impossible so they blew me off. My WiFi has a complex password and wpa2 authentication with a full firewall, so there is not much more I can do from this end.

The transmitter can be anything from a modified baby monitor, to a walkie talkie that has been adjusted to broadcast on the 2.4 and 5 Ghz frequencies. This WiFi scrambling technique will effect all security devices that operate on your WiFi network, not just Ring.

I thank you for this I have been trying to explain this to Ring and they have not helped at all. This is a very real thing and my Slumlord is using this to not be caught when she tries to gain access to my apartment and has damaged my truck

Set up a hidden IP camera, that records your ring doorbell (facing it, using motion sensing) , then you will have a video of anyone tampering with your Ring doorbell and you will be able to see what they have done

This happened me yesterday. It registered us leaving and coming home etc., but no video or notification that a stranger came to the door knocking. He left when the door was answered, but the Ring doorbell has no record of him being there or the door being answered at all. Very worrying!

Ring also offers power over ethernet devices that can be directly plugged into your router which removes those wifi concerns. We currently offer the Video Doorbell Elite and Stick Up Cam Elite. Please let us know if you have any further questions about these devices. Thank you!

So, a little concerning that the answer for people is to buy Ring Elite as a response to possible wifi scrambling. I am disappointed that Ring would offer a PoE solution instead of really providing a more secure platform.

Yes, I understand that the users home wifi can be the issue, but in reality if this issue was more widely known I am sure the Wifi product line for Ring would go under. It is a false sense of security that you are providing with a product that can be so easily manipulated.

Personally, I would suggest to others to invest in a PoE video solution you can buy through Amazon. The Elite is listing JUST a doorbell for $389. You can get 8 bullet style P0E 1080p cameras with a 4TB hub that can connect directly to your internet for remote monitoring for a little over $250. I just got mine and plan to use as my home solution. While the one I got was stable cameras, it allows you to use cameras that are PTZ (meaning they move left right up and down). All you need is a monitor, keyboard and mouse for this if you dont want to hook up to your network.

hen we were growing up in Harlem our demoralizing series of landlords were Jewish, and we hated them. We hated them because they were terrible landlords, and did not take care of the building. A coat of paint, a broken window, a stopped sink, a stopped toilet, a sagging floor, a broken ceiling, a dangerous stairwell, the question of garbage disposal, the question of heat and cold, of roaches and rats--all questions of life and death for the poor, and especially for those with children--we had to cope with all of these as best we could. Our parents were lashed to futureless jobs, in order to pay the outrageous rent. We knew that the landlord treated us this way only because we were colored, and he knew that we could not move out.

The grocer was a Jew, and being in debt to him was very much like being in debt to the company store. The butcher was a Jew and, yes, we certainly paid more for bad cuts of meat than other New York citizens, and we very often carried insults home, along with the meat. We bought our clothes from a Jew and, sometimes, our secondhand shoes, and the pawnbroker was a Jew--perhaps we hated him most of all. The merchants along 125th Street were Jewish--at least many of them were; I don't know if Grant's or Woolworth's are Jewish names--and I well remember that it was only after the Harlem riot of 1935 that Negroes were allowed to earn a little money in some of the stores where they spent so much.

Not all of these white people were cruel--on the contrary, I remember some who were certainly as thoughtful as the bleak circumstances allowed--but all of them were exploiting us, and that was why we hated them.

But we also hated the welfare workers, of whom some were white, some colored, some Jewish, and some not. We hated the policemen, not all of whom were Jewish, and some of whom were black. The poor, of whatever color, do not trust the law and certainly have no reason so, and God knows we didn't. "If you must call a cop," we said in those days, "for God's sake, make sure it's a white one." We did not feel that the cops were protecting us, for we knew too much about the reasons for the kinds of crimes committed in the ghetto; but we feared black cops even more than white cops, because the black cop had to work so much harder--on your head--to prove to himself and his colleagues that he was not like all the other niggers.

We hated many of our teacher at school because they so clearly despised us and treated us like dirty, ignorant savages. Not all of these teachers were Jewish. Some of them, alas, were black. I used to carry my father's union dues downtown for him sometimes. I hated everyone in that den of thieves, especially the man who took the envelope from me, the envelope which contained my father's hard-earned money, that envelope which contained bread for his children. "Thieves," I thought, "every one of you!" And I know I was right about that, and I have not changed my mind. But whether or not all these people were Jewish, I really do not know.

The Army may or may not be controlled by Jews; I don't know and I don't care. I know that when I worked for the Army I hated all my bosses because of the way they treated me. I don't know if the post office is Jewish but I would certainly dread working for it again. I don't know if Wanamaker's was Jewish, but I didn't like running their elevator and I didn't like any of their customers. I don't know if Nabisco is Jewish, but I didn't like clearing their basement. I don't know if Riker's is Jewish, but I didn't like scrubbing their floors. I don't know if the big, white bruiser who thought it was fun to call me "Shine" was Jewish, but I know I tried to kill him--and he stopped calling me "Shine." I don't know if the last taxi driver who refused to stop for me was Jewish, but I know I hoped he'd break his neck before he got home. And I don't think that General Electric or General Motors or R.C.A. or Con Edison or Mobil Oil or Coca Cola or Pepsi-Cola or Firestone or the Board of Education or the textbook industry or Hollywood or Broadway or television--or Wall Street, Sacramento, Dallas, Atlanta, Albany or Washington--are controlled by Jews. I think they are controlled by Americans, and the American Negro situation is a direct result of this control. And anti-Semitism among Negroes, inevitable as it may be, and understandable, alas, as it is, does not operate to menace this control, but only to confirm it. It is not the Jew who controls the American drama. It is the Christian. 152ee80cbc

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