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Bitwarden has my vote. It’s secure, it works easy. And you can run your own server for it, so evil actors in the cloud can’t touch it. That solves the problem of LastPass getting globally hacked, since you’re untouchable. The one problem I noticed is if your server goes down and you try to sync, it silently deletes your local changes. They might have fixed it by now, but it was annoying when I made some new accounts while setting it up for the first time, and lots of my stuff disappeared after a restart. I’d avoid things like “Keepass”, specifically because of the name. I once heard of a guy who made a company reselling products from AliExpress for 20x the price, selling them as luxury items. And he put a hidden swear word in the name similarly to that. It makes me think any site or tool with a curse word is in there on purpose, and is an indicator that the creator is a parasite. So “KeepAss” sounds like it’s probably garbage. Another example of something like that is “Bitchute”. Sometimes they can be hard to spot too. Back before password managers, I always used easy passwords. But still needed to use sticky notes because they were too hard to remember. I even put a sticky note next to my home alarm system keypad because it was too many digits. It wasn’t long until I discovered this sticky note idea was a prime no-no. I don’t know why they wanted a key code that’s longer than a phone number, but that’s what they did. And I did the prime no-no of placing a sticky note next to it with the pass code, because I didn’t know. The prime no-no is pretty obvious nowadays, but back then it was commonplace and lots of people regretted it. You'd see on the news people using computers, and a yellow Post-It has their password for hackers to get in and steal their My Documents folder full of bank information. The prime no-no wreaked havoc on me one night when a man of malicious intent rang my doorbell over and over like he was playing ding dong ditch. He’s not very good at the game, because he was still there when I got to the door. I punched in the long long code in the keypad using the help of the sticky that was the cause of the prime no-no, and opened the door to find the man of malicious intent. I knew he was malicious, and it would soon be confirmed to me. First he asked if he could use my bathroom. But I knew that was bogus. Burglars look for any excuse to get in. Sometimes they bother you with questions to trick you into being nice to them. Like have you ever had a hobo walk up to you and ask “Can I ask you a question”? That’s literally to deceive you. If you say “yes” once to them, they’ll bother you and ask you for money. And psychologically, that first “yes” tricks you into thinking you have to keep saying “yes” to him. It’s known as a “Yes Ladder”, and I guess “The Benjamin Franklin effect” too. Check them out. They’re pretty interesting. And yes, it turns out he was a burglar. So don’t think I was being mean to a random guy who had to use the bathroom at 2am. I said he can leave and told him that if he needs to drop stool he can on the neighbor’s yard. But not on mine, and not in my house. He begged and pleaded, but I could see the malevolence and hostility in his eyes. I said the second “No”. And he said “please it’s urgent I have to go”. This one was kind of convincing, but it’s lucky I didn’t believe him. I told him he can’t be here and he’s not allowed. I closed the door, armed the keypad, and walked upstairs to go back to bed. I didn’t expect the man of malicious intent to try breaking in. I should have, but I didn’t. He had gotten a very good view of the inside of my house, and I bet he could have seen that there was a sticky near the keypad that I was using as a password manager, which should have been the obvious indicator that something could happen. I quickly nestled myself back to bed. About a minute after closing the door on the man, the alarm went off. Security alarms are loud and annoying and good at giving people permanent hearing damage. I opened my bedroom door and immediately got smacked in the face with a commanding stench. I looked to the stairwell and saw a looming dark smog flooding towards me. It was like someone set off a dark green smoke grenade in my home. Or that monster in the TV show “LOST” that probably no one remembers because the plot was so bad from the lazy egghead writers who keep writing “new” content instead of adding content that explains the previous episodes since they’re egghead morons who can’t tie their stories into a cohesive whole. I yelled at the shadowy hate to leave my home. No reaction. Only more murky billows fumed towards me and my innocent nose. I held my breath and pinched my nose to save it from the smell and ran downstairs. The man of malicious intent was passed out on the floor by the keypad. The fumes were emitting from his trousers, which had been stained the color of death. It turns out he had broken in and attempted to turn off the keypad. But his stomach rumbles were too much for him. The demon seed’s painful burnings made him typo the keycode a few times. And before he could enter the last digit, satan’s spices ripped his crack clean apart and the senses of death invaded his pants. First, the sound of death alerted his ears of the incoming misery. The color of death stained his trousers. The touch of death gushed on his cheeks, down his thighs, shins, and feet, and streamed into his shoes and socks and punished the floor. The scent of death seared his nose with expert speed. The foul taste of death gagged him. He lost all air to breath and fainted in the grimy doom room which seconds ago was my pristine foyer. A policeman eventually arrived. When I opened the door to talk to him, he frowned. He refused to help because of the devil’s smell and drove away so he could save his nose. I figured the pair of medics would be able to help though. They’re used to roadkill and all sorts of disgusting things. They put on oxygen tank masks to save their noses when carrying the burglar away, but you could still see the tears in their eyes. The cops came back the next day to do a police report. They tell me I’m not to use sticky notes as a password manager and to memorize it instead. I tell them that's stupid and it’s hard to memorize long numbers. So I researched and use Bitwarden now for all passwords. The insurance company determined the house was uninhabitable. They considered it an “act of god” and tried not to give me any insurance money. I told them to fung off and they needed to pay up. I told them I’d bring a bucket of the stink to their office if they tried to wimp out on their job. So they paid. Right into the bank account, which I secured using Bitwarden.    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