Il y eut un temps où je voulais avoir toujour un accès ssh par password (en plus de la clé RSA) Mais on a avantage à ne pas faire comme ça.
Comme le password root n’est plus utilisé couremment, le password root peut être randomisé à un truc du genre ohju9aejaey6vohha3ai et est donc vraiment dur et aussi unique (c’est à dire sur aucune autre machine)
Le password root n’est communiqué à personne, ce qui réduit considérablement les risques de fuite.
Le password root est stocké sur papier en lieu sûr pour les cas de dépanage uniquement et sur la console locale.
Ca évite le bruteforce
Les clés RSA étant nominatives, ont peut en révoquer une sans changer le password root.
Changer le password root n’est plus une maintenance compliquée qui nécessite de communiquer le nouveau à toute la liste des usagers.
Les clés RSA étant nominatives, avec un peu de tuning ont peut savoir qui a executé telle ou telle commande en tant que root. On a donc une meilleure tracabilité des accès.
CultureCommentaires fermés sur 99% – Nayn-Un-Nayntsik
Oct182019
They’re driving us out of town ‘Cause luxury makes the world go round Read it in papers every morning “How could all this trouble come to pass? Years and years we listened to the warning That luxury is just a golden calf.“
And you say the rich are parasites You say they are a curse But as soon as you get yourself a little money In your purse, you’re worse
Me traybt undz aroys fun shtot Vayl ashires iz der nayer got
Shraybn tsaytungen arum di temes: “vi zhe ken dos haynttsutog nokh zayn? Doyres lang farshteyen mir dem emes Az ashires iz a falsher vayn!“ Un me ruft dem oysher a paskudnyak Un me halt im far a brokh Nor vi bald me fardint a bisl mezumen Makht men dem oysher nokh. Oy nokh: “Oy, vi sheyn iz mayn mashindele! Zet vi es halt in kepele di gantse velt!“ Oy my little phone-y thing is beautiful See how fast it captures simply everything!
Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik, 99% are we 99% don’t measure up these days To one who lives in luxury
Nayn-un-nayntsik in der vog fun oylem-haze Kumt nit tsu tsu eyn gevir Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir
Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir
You wanna join the one percent? Just gather ninety-nine good friends: Take from them the best they have to offer Let them eat the leavings of your meal Soon you will be filling up your coffers Scraping heaven with your glass and steel
And if they say that you’re a dirty bum Who takes without restraint Just make a little donation And they’ll say that you’re a saint, a saint!
Vilst vern an oysher haynt? Iz zaml nayn-un-nayntsik fraynd Nem tsu bay zey dos shenste un dos beste Zoln zey lebn a bisl eng un shmol
Du’st zikh boyen fundamentn feste Kratsn volkns mit dayn gloz-un-shtol
Az me’t dikh rufn a pust-un-paskudnyak A megushemdiker shtik Zolst shenken a sheyne nedove Vestu vern an antik, antik!
“Oy, vi klug iz undzer oysherl Zet vi er veyst vi ostsuheyln di gantse velt!“ “Oh how smart is our philanthropist How he heals the whole wide world with charity!“
Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik, 99% are we One percent’s a lonely number Lonely with his riches and his luxury
Eyn-un-eyntsik iz der oysher Eyn-un-eyntsik mit zayn ashires on a shir Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir
But if the wheel should turn And the stock market should crash and burn Bloody murder scream the ruling classes “It’s not our fault, we put the money down,“ While the rest of us are thrown out on our asses, Looking for apartments out of town
So be a pal and not a pig You’ll have yourself to thank Don’t make your home a slot machine Don’t turn your town into a bank
Tomer git zikh dos redl a drey Un di berzhe falt biz okh un vey Shrayt der eyn-protsentnik khay vekayem “Loz di tsore nit tsum kern tsu!“
Beys mir vos esn gvirishe shirayem Zukhn naye dires— ober vu?! Oyb a khaver un nit keyn khazer zayn Iz dos lebn a geshank
Me makht nit fun a voynung a konte Me makht nit fun a shtot— a bank!
Nayn-un-nayntsik iz a khavershaft Eyn-un-eyntsik iz a khazershaft Ninety-nine is a community One percent is a fuck-you-nity
Nayn-un-nayntsik, 99% are we 99%, we are the 99%, we sing our melody Nayn-un-nayntsik, nayn-un-nayntsik Lomir, 99 zingen undzer shir Nayn-un-nayntsik zenen mir