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Deaf Cons 5.9.1
by toto＠fhouse.org 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

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Deaf Cons 5.9.2
by toto＠fhouse.org 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

*** The Fire House Inn *** Come visit us Telnet: fhouse.org WWW: fhouse.org *********** Deaf Cons 5.9.2 - SPACE ALIENS HIDE MY DRUGS!!! _______________________________________________ My SpurOfTheMomentDecision to join Forces (pardon the pun) with the RCMP in their attempts to villify me was partly the result of an interesting revelation by the Secret Service during their interview with me, partly a result of a rather disturbing discovery shortly after my construction and dissemination of a variety of VirtualNuclearDevices in Southern Saskatchewan, and a number of other interesting anomolies which led to WetDream Crescendo during my Deaf Cons 5.9 Jimi Hendrix Experience. I had constructed a variety of VirtualNuclearDevices which utilized such rEvolutionary VirtualConcepts as MasonJars full of water, containing Metallica tapes/albums, representing HeavyWater, Dildos and Chocolate Donuts, which served as the PlutoUraniumCynicalAss, soon to become, by virtue of SyphlitticDecay, a CriticalMass given by excommunicated GayCatholicPriests who were BadMouthing the Pope, without swallowing. (As well as a plethora of other Half-Life/Half-Meaningful Cymbals of AtomicSavagery intended as a SlightlyOverTheHeadOfMentalMidgets HINT!!! to the RCMP that They (TM) could FuckAllOfTheSheepleSomeOfTheTime, and FuckSomeOfTheSheepleAllOfTheTime, but, as the Tim C. May Vernacular Translation of the Bible plainly states, "Truth (TCM) is a TwoEdgedDick," and "It is easier for a needle to pass through the scarred veins of a Junkie, than for a member of a ThreeLetterSecretGovernmentAgency to pass enough water on themselves to keep from BurningInHell." Fitting A Round PsychoKiller Into A Square MadBomber Profile: "Being framed is the sincerest form of flattery." ~Lee Harvey Oswald Less than a mile south of the Canadian Border, as I was going through the leather computer bag which had contained the Virtual Nuclear Devices I had recently dropped off, I found a live ShotGunShell in a container much like those I had used to construct parts of the devices. I immediately flashed back to the face of the 'retired' US Air Force Intelligence Agent who had passed by my house in Bienfait that morning, as I was leaving, and who seemed unable to look his OldDrinkingBuddy in the eye, instead casting a GuiltyGaze toward the ground and walking just a little bit faster... When the Secret Service dropped a reference to 'gasoline' being a part of the make-up of 'bombs' being attributed to me in the Great White Snort, and articles began showing up in the Tucson NewsRags about mysterious 'gasoline bombs' being discovered in Tucson, I got the uneasy feeling that the identity of the UnknownIndividual involved had been decided well in advance of the 'discovery' of the devices. After the Secret Service had gone through my truck, with my full permission, undoubtedly observing the McDonald Observatory pamphlet that I had picked up on my last TruthMonger SoftTarget Tour Of Ameridca, an article in the Tuscon NewsRags a few day later pointed out that a ten-million dollar telescope/mirror was being moved to a more secure location in order to prevent sabotage. Once again, I could distinctly smell Villification in the air. Everywhere I go lately, from Tucson to Vegas, Nogales to Bullhead City, I seem to be encountering both Metal&PlasticBadge LEAs who threaten me with documented instances of my guilt from the Proverbial DogAtLarge CrimesAgainstHumanity, to a plethora of other Illegal/Villainous crimes such as Animal Abuse, Bomb Threats, Death Threats, Suspicion Of Intent To Have A Bad Attitude, EtAl, AdInfinituum--all without ever seeming to actually have anything to charge me with, per se. Can you say 'Villification'...sure, you can... In 1969, after being charged with possession of a single joint, in Yorkton, Saskatchewan, I found myself, after having driven for years without receiving any tickets for traffic infractions, hauled up in front of the judge who would be deciding my fate on the drug charge, as the result of a dozen or so minor traffic offenses. By the time I went to court on the drug charge, I might as well have been wearing a prison uniform and holding a MugShotNumberCard under my chin, since I was more of a standard court fixture than much of the furniture in the courtroom. The more the JackBoot in your back changes, the more it remains the same... While working on the US Customs computer system during the late a970's, I pulled up my computer profile, with the customs officer watching me unaware that it was my file, since he knew me only as C.J. Parker. When I pointed to a particular notation in the file and asked what it meant, he laughed and said it was a ThinlyVeiledNotice to those reading it that, "If you get a chance to Fuck this guy, Fuck him *good*." Comforting... Things in American Law Enforcement and the American Justice System are reaching the point where it would be a DogSend to merely have "a few good men doing nothing," so that Evil would Prevail at a less rapid pace than it is currently doing. The multitude of BadMen doing Evil, yet portraying themselves as the DefendersOfFreedomAndJustice, has reached proportions where the Citizenry, were they not so Numbed&Stupified by the DailyTorrents of DoubleSpeak, DoubleStandards and DoubleDealing by RecognizedAuthority, would rise up against the ArmedOppressors with such violence as to make the Somalian people defending their homes and neighborhood against the ArmedInvaders of the GreatestOppressiveDemocracyInTheWorld look like schoolchildren playing games. Maybe we need to drag the bodies of AmerikanOppressors through American streets. Maybe we need to bomb our own embassies, at home. Maybe we need to defend ourselves against our HomeGrown Oppressors every bit as Valiently as those in Foreign Lands who must find it incredulous that our GreatLeaders can express such surprise that UnGrateful Foreign Wretches shoot back at our troops and bomb our embassies when we engage in ArmedInvasions of their HomeLands in order to impress upon them that, "We're from a Democratic Government and we're here to *help* you--EVEN IF IT MEANS KILLING EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU IGNORANT, FOREIGN SAVAGES!!!"

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Deaf Cons 5.9.1
by toto＠fhouse.org 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

*** The Fire House Inn *** Come visit us Telnet: fhouse.org WWW: fhouse.org *********** Deaf Cons 5.9.1 - SPACE ALIENS HIDE MY DRUGS!!! _________________________________________________________ [EditWhore's Left Note: The Author, once again finding HimOrHerSelf hounded by the Hounds of Hell from anything remotely resembling a functional computer system, is once again composing HerOrHis SPAMOLOGIES on a Sperry Type 3070-02 computer with 128K of RAM, which seems to be capable of adequately storing only about a page and a half of text at any given point in time, even using a rudimentary editor such as edlin. The Reader need not fear, however, that this small setback will keep the Author from generating HisOrHer UsualQuantity of USDA DisApproved SPAM and flinging it in the general direction of the CypherPunks Disturbed Male LISP, although this, what may indeed be the final chapter of SAHMD, will undoubtedly be sent to the list in thinly-sliced servings, suitable for serving as SnackFood at CypherPunks Physical Meetings, labeled as TruthMonger Caviar.] [Arthur's Right Nut: After having had tens of thousands of dollars worth of computer hardware and software stolen from me by various LEAs, as a result of being so uncouth as to refer to the Government Penis (TM) being inserted into the BungHoles of the Citizenry a 'BIG HAIRY DICK,' I found it rather amusing to have an attendee of Deaf Cons 6.0 (for *some* of the people, who made it to the end of the conference) inform me that he had been following 'The True Story Of The InterNet' manuscripts, and was disappointed in the "erratic quality of the finished product." I replied, with as straight a face as possible, that I, myself, had recently received a SnailMail correspondence from Kevin Mittnick, but had thrown it in the garbage without reading it, since I found the quality of the prison stationary it was written on to be substandard. As well, since it appeared that the BumsRush/NoseFirstIntoThePavement that I received from Plaza Hotel Security was the result of being RattedOut for some ImaginedCrime (TM) by a Deaf Cons 6.0 staff member who somehow felt that I, as a CommonCitizen, was not entitled to provide the same type of falsified evidence against myself as the RCMP are currently manufacturing. I was tempted, upon making my exit to suggest to the staff member that Kevin Mittnick (a Deaf Cons DemiGod) would be making an appearance later, and should also be RattedOut, in the interest of preventing the attendees from being cast in a bad light by their association with him.] Bottom Line: "It's a Predatorial Universe..." My journey to Deaf Cons 6.0 was actually for the purpose of having a chat with <erewhon(a)dis.org>, in regard to the interest that the Secret Service seemed to show in my <hee-hee> personal <ha-ha> email correspondence with him over the InterNet. I had actually *gambled* my way to Lost Wages, having had a dream about Castles and such, then going to the DoubleDiamondCasino in Tucson, and turning $20.00 into $100.00, on a quarter slot-mnachine with knights and castles, etc., in order to get travelling money. Once at Deaf Cons 6.0, I found out that the individual I was seeking had short-cropped hair, with an Atom tattoo'd (?) on the back of hisskull. One of the DoorMen/Staff was kind enough to provide me with an Pass, in order to help me locate AtomHead. (My lack of success in doing so might will have been due to my inability to refrain from exercising my sick sense of humor, informing people, "Tell him that I have a warrant for him.") Having had all of my offers to provide anyone interested with a password into the Royal Canadian Mounted Police computer system rebuffed, even having gone so far as to offer disks containing an RCMP BackDoor as prizes at the conference, I decided to change my plans and just give away the SonsOfBitches at random, accompanied with the advice that, since the floppies had my fingerprints all over them, and they contained LjEA WaterMarks identifying them as disks created on my personal computer system, they would make ideal 'Evidence' to be left behind at the scene of "bizarre and meaningless crimes," such as bombing the rubble the former Murrah Federal Building in OKC. My parting words to the BlessedRecipients of my QuestionableGifts was, "Since the RCMP's attempts to set me up are RatherLame (TM), I figure that I ought to do what I can to help them out, since, anything they can do, I can do better." [Note From The Author:Besides using the conference as an opportunity to engage in my continuing, tireless efforts at SelfDegradation, I also took the time to help out one of our fellow CypherPunks, Lucky Green, who was a featured speaker at Deaf Cons 6.0. Realizing that none of the attendees were likely to show much interest in such a boring and arcane subject as SmartCards, I told everyone I encountered that Lucky's lecture had been canceled, and that, in its place, I would be giving a lecture entitled, "How I Broke PGP," although I stressed that I would not be providing any specific details, because if I shared the secrets I learned in my Grade 4 math class with just GodAndEverybody, then EncryptionAsWeKnowIt would suffer a devastating blow from which it might never recover. Although I was given the BumsRush out of the building just as Lucky was taking the stage, I am certain that he probably weathered the catcalls and hurled objects quite well, eventually winning over the angry mob that had gathered.]

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Deaf Cons 5.9.3
by toto＠fhouse.org 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

*** The Fire House Inn *** Come visit us Telnet: fhouse.org WWW: fhouse.org *********** Deaf Cons 5.9.3 - SPACE ALIENS HIDE MY DRUGS!!! _______________________________________________ Rob Brezsny''s Horoscopes / Week of August 6-12: Taurus (APRIL 20-MAY 20):Some Jews regard their houses as a more sacred place of worship than the synagogue. Many pagans feel no need to confine their celebrations to any special building, but offer their prayers to the earth and sky. Several Zen Buddhists I've known have claimed they're as likely to find enlightenment while microwaving a burrito under the flourescent lights of a convenience store as when meditating on a straw mat in a monastery. In the spirit of these seekers, Taurus, I exhort you to look for divine inspiration in both the strangest and most familiar places this week--anywhere other than where it's "supposed" to be. Since I have been OfficiallyExhorted to seek divine inspiration in "both the strangest and familiar places," I guess this is as good a time as any to KILL two LarryBirds with one WindowPaneStone, and seek DivineInspiration in a place that is both strange and familiar to me--TheOtherSideOfMadness (TM). Since my efforts to SaveTheLifeOfAMillionSingleInnocentChildren, by going to great lengths to research and deal with my various physical/mental/emotional infirmities to the best of my ability, have been constantly thwarted by a variety of Officially Recognized Authorities who have taken it upon themselves to steal and/or deny me access to the tools and techniques that I use to minimize the effects of my dsyfuntions and disabilities, I think it is time to submit to the wishes of the Controllers and cease all efforts to attempt to exercise control over my dysfunctionality in a manner that has proven successful, for the most part, to date. Accordingly, I hereby serve notice that "I Quit!" Since the Contollers seem to find it unacceptable for me to release the tension that builds in my psyche by screaming the Truth (TM) about the Villainous Nature of Mounties trained in the use of ArmedViolence casually slaughtering a FirstNations mother and the young child clinging to her skirt, for no apparent reason other than a lack of incentive to resolve a conflict peacefully, given the fact that whacking out a WagonBurnerBitch and her Future Young GlueSniffer will inevitably be found justifiable by his RCMP BumBuddies during their investigation of his murder, then I will no longer do so. Instead, I will just let the SenseOfInjustice ferment inside of me. Since Lost Wages LEA's deem it necessary for me to remove the chains securing my baggage in the back of my truck, in order to chain my dog 'legally' outside of my truck (where it is five degrees hotter than inside the truck, since I am willing to go without food to provide her with enough blocks of ice to provide her with comfort and safety), thus enabling their local junkies to go through my possessions and steal all of my medications, then far be it from me to go against their wishes for me to drift into unmedicated savagery rather than disobey the letter of laws written by Imbeciles who aren't half as smart as my dog, Baby, who immediately jumped back into the truck through the open window, dragging the chain with her, wondering why the fuck these uniformed Idiots expected her to lay on hot concrete instead of a nice, cool block of ice. (I urge you, at your next local, state and federal elections, to vote for Baby as a WriteInCandidate. In her recent TV debate with Buddy, the FirstDog, Baby told him, "I *knew* Lassie...and you're no Lassie...") Since files pulled off of the RCMP and various other Canadian Government computer systems indicate their desire to apply pressure to me while I am in a state of under-medication they might find this an opportune time to once again engage in their spurious activities (all the time wearing KevlarJackets while keeping their fingers crossed that I will vent my PsychoticWrath in the directions suggested by the Bienfait Nutly News "KILL The Children!!!" Special, rather in their directionO. In effect, given the apparent unacceptability of my attempting to control the effects of my disabilities with my own time-proven tools and techiques, I will cease doing so, and allow the Controllers to accept the responsibility of providing me with the medicatopms amd tools needed to keep my dysfuntionality from becoming a problem to Society. Given the recent massive amounts of concern expressed about disabled individuals such as the gentleman who shot his way into the Hallowed Halls of the US Legislature building in DC, one might think that my future attempts to have the Controllers provide me with medication and health care, in order to help me to prevent my disability from causing unwanted consequences to the society that I live in, might be met with joyful enthusiasm. Right...and I've got some OceanFrontPropertyInTucsonArizona that has a 1500 mile sandy beach bordering on the Pacific Ocean... Congressmen...Smoke 'em if you got 'em... [Final Note From The Author:If Defcon McCullagh Chainsaw was half the ReportWhore he claims to be, he wouldn't have to ask me, "Why do you send your missives to the CypherPunks list?" The answer, "Because I am a CypherPunk." is the *short* answer. What it implies, in essence, is that the CypherPunks Distributed Mailing List is a DigitalGlobalCommunity which reflects what the InterNet Communities of the Future *should* be. GeoPhysicallyLocated MeatSpace Communities may reflect the convergence of people with similar lifestyles and values, for the most part, but they do not consist of BlackSmith communities in which only BlackSmiths live, etc. Just as a foundling country known as the United States of America was built around the idea of Freedom&Democracy in which the Citizenry was deemed to have the right to live according to a wide variety of lifestyles, with diverse religious and secular beliefs, a CypherPunks list that was founded in the interests of promoting Encryption, Privacy and Freedom would be a stark landscape, indeed, if it were only occupied by individuals with a narrow range of attitudes, mindsets, and perceptive world-views. Tim May commented in a post, at one point, that the list was poorer for the current absence of some of the more statist nay-sayers to the more common CypherPunks views and positions, particularly those who brought a modicum of thought and reason to their posts to the list. I enjoyed firing cynical, acidic salvos at Kent Crispin as much as anyone else on the list did, but I regarded him as a valuable member of the CypherPunks community--one who caused me, more than once, to recognize the value of concepts and ideas that ran contrary to my normal way of viewing life around me. Dr. Dimitri Vulis, ShitDisturberExtraordinaire, provided one of the most poignant moments in CypherPunks History by interpreting his forced unsubscribing from the list as censorship, and routing around it. I hope that John Gilmore, one of the premiere contributors to the existence of the CypherPunks Legendary Lunacy Collective, eventually looked in the mirror one morning and said, "Boy, am I a SillyAss, or what?" Even the list members who bore us with that mathematical crap, showing off just because they can count to 21 without taking off their mittens and their shoes, and pulling out their Dick, contribute to the list, by making us look good in the eyes of those who mistakenly believe that there are more important things in life than discussing Ebonics and pissing all over each other and ourselves. And where else can a WannaBeNuclearSuitcaseMadBomber ask a simple question like, "Where do I connect the 'yellow' wire?" and get a thirty-post thread discussing PlutoniumDecayRates. Is it any wonder that Robert Hettinga *loves* this list? In closing, let me remind you that: "Lassie kills chickens!" "Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana." "He who shits on the road will meet flies upon his return." ~The Author]

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No Subject
by Anonymous 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

'What are you going to do, classify prime numbers?' 'There are a thousand reasons to have this with you, but mostly its for the things we can't think of' 'What interests me is that it recorded 18 hours of static...' ------All quotes from _Contact_

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No Subject
by Entropy 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

please take us off the mailing list. thanks you burke bryant sysadmin(a)thegrid.net

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No Subject
by Entropy 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

please take us off your mailing list. our address that the mail is being sent to is: sysadmin(a)thegrid.net we appreciate your mail but the volume is slightly overwelming for us to handle.. sincerely, burke bryant

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FOR PEOPLE WITH EXPENSIVE TASTES!
by serv＠juno.com 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

You'll fall in love with my Grandma's prize-winning salad dressing recipe. It has just the right touch of garlic, olive oil, and certain other old-world special ingredients. Best of all, it has the power to turn ordinary iceburg lettuce into something amazing. Whenever we serve it people ask for more salad! And they look at you like, "What's in this anyway?" It's a real bargain at only $2.00! ================================================================= =========================== Please send cash or make check or money order payable to RECIPES BY GRANDMA and mail along with your email address to: RECIPES BY GRANDMA POST OFFICE BOX 296 MARLBOROUGH, CONNECTICUT 06447 Be sure to include YOUR email address!

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Re: your mail
by HyperReal-Anon 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

On Thu, 13 Aug 1998, Entropy wrote: > > please take us off your mailing list. > > our address that the mail is being sent to is: sysadmin(a)thegrid.net > we appreciate your mail but the volume is slightly overwelming for us to > handle.. > sincerely, burke bryant > > Take yourself off, you mental midget.

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Re: PGP and Compliance with SEC and Liability Rules
by mark＠unicorn.com 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

tcmay(a)got.net wrote: > CMR and the Policy Management Agent can (and presumably will) be set to > scrutizine _all_ mail for "policy violations," outgoing as well as > incoming mail. The PGP page has some descriptions of their products. Hmm, I looked but couldn't find any real detail. If it can force encryption to a company key for outgoing mail as well, it's even worse than I thought. Mark

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