.is is Iceland.

I was in a hard-knocks dive on Second Avenue, hunched over a cold Pabst
and a deck of Luckies, when she came through the door in a dress that
must have taken three other dames to help her get into. Outside, a hard
night rain was trying its damnedest to wash the city clean again. A fool’s
errand, but the rain didn’t know.

It got real quiet in the place. Then she swiveled across the floor, one hip
at a time, and it got even quieter. Broads like that didn’t come to this
part of town.

She came up to me and stood there close, and I could smell the rain and
the expensive perfume in her hair. I could smell her desperation, too.
She was a stacked doll and she knew it. She leaned forward to give me
a better view of her cleavage and made her eyes get that bedroom look.
It had probably worked on a thousand guys. It was working on me.

I shifted on the stool, letting my coat fall back just enough to show
her the notched .45 in the speed rig riding my hip.

“Spit it out, sister!” I growled. “What’s the beef?”

She tried the teary thing then, made those big green eyes get a little
misty. She was good. “The word on the street is that you’re the only
one who can help me,” she whispered huskily. “It’s….a domain thing.”

That one earned her only a bitter laugh. I leaned in and gave her the
cop eyes, the hard look that makes the big ones stop in their tracks
if they’ve got any brains at all. Some of them don’t. That’s what the
speed rig is for.

“Hit the bricks, baby,” I barked. “Go down to the Federal Building and
sell your sob story to those tame punks at ICANN. I don’t work for them
anymore. I settle things the hard way. The permanent way.”

Her hand shot out and I felt those long red nails digging into the sleeve
of my coat. A little shudder went through her, and it wasn’t just fear.
There was another scent that cut through the rain and perfume and the
bar smells, and her eyes went all funny again, but this time it was for real.

“I know,” she whispered.

We already know ICANN is biased because they allow other special interest groups like “.pro” & “.museum.”

ICANN has a ccTLD for every country you can imagine so they deeply interested in sorting out the internet geographically. Other then the big 6, com/org/net/edu/gov/mil, all other TLD’s are created for biased political motivations and the porn industry does not have any political clout… The malware industry obviously does have political clout because I’m sure they prefer having their creations blended in with the whole internet so they are harder to filter. The fact there are no “.malware” domains means that ICANN are in bed with big malware!