One of the earliest lessons learned on cypherpunks is to post pseudonymously in several disguises, saving one nym for really trustworthy comments. The credibility of that No. 1 nym is slowly built by attacking it yourself and either mounting impressive defenses, bribing others to defend it, making a fool of yourself when you get your nyms confused and use the wrong grammar and syntax and forwardings and remailings and backtrackings and oops sorry I sent that private mail to the list, and coca-cola noseblowing, and indignant unsubbing, resubbing to send nastygrams to those who pilloried and ridiculed you while you covertly lurked to see if anybody gave a damn about your worthless existence and superficial, apish ideas. Getting soundly trashed is an honor among net trash haulers, so pay your dues and shit on yourself from multitudes of personas, it's what the founders did and do. Nobody leaves cypherpunks, nobody gets in. You claim an identity you a lying ignorant sumbitch addicted to dingleberries. None of this applies to real people out there, lost in impersonation.