And another excellent quality of cpunks that does indeed impress the world of media bloodthirstiness, is the number of its outstanding writers sent to jail, some repeatedly, for cutting edge taunts of illiterate critics, diseased poobahs and for sure, aesthetic cowards who ever try to pump up their fiction with idiotic pretense of non-fictional earnestness. Now I know its a grave offense to those with gravitas (spit) to ridicule their seriousness of purpose and pretentious judgmentalism, but they pose such easy targets, for all purposes I can see, beg to be made fun of, display abysmal ignorance of what they write, cite spurious authorities for it, remind when it was first, last, and forever written, just cannot forgo wild swings at fantasms, urge close attention to their pulp, deliver sweeping statements as if a world authority, viciously attack untalented writers like themselves, slather the most shallowly manipulating praise ever imaginable, and probably lay awake at night dreaming of triumph, a Nobel Prize or violent heroic death before dishonor. This is what I like about cypherpunks and find repugnant about Cyberia which has produced no jail time for its members, but more advice on how to avoid it than is good for humanity. A refuge for intellectural and corporal cowards, Cyberia, among many other lists, is, but in time that will hopefully change, in particular if I can persuade you and Declan to go over the line all great writers must do to spend jail-time among the winners and stop sucking up to losers who will always remain unimpressed having no judgment worth writing about.