Toto wrote:
I will always remember reading a magazine piece by a fellow who described the increasing persecution of the Jews in Nazi Germany, and the abuses to which he was himself subjected. However, when describing the night when the jackboots kicked in his door to take his family to the death camps, he begins his account by saying, "They came without warning..."
Gosh, I feel bad whipping on one of the old/reliable/reputable posters here, but, this seems to perfectly describe one T.C. May and how he just couldn't believe what Sandy was doing, or that Sandy would consider the c-punks' reputation to be expendable.
Check out the stiff who's pictured with Phil in the MicroTimes current issue, his new partner or something. Phil looks happy, like they gave him a lifetime supply of double-stuff Oreos.
Are both of Phil's partner's arms in plain view, or is his partner perhaps holding a gun on him?
I think someone else has a gun on both of them. The "partner" is wearing a badly-composed grin, but then he may have been pulled out of the closet at the last moment for the photo, and the light could be bothering him.
I agree with TruthMonger's position that the very fact of extreme pressure being applied should be grounds for considering that perhaps PGP might have been compromised at some level, no matter what an analysis of the "numbers" shows, or one's faith in Philly Z.
Not only the software, but folks get lulled into complacency with the "new, distributed" lists, thinking that since Gilmore/Sandfort are "gone", everything is going to be OK from now on.
There seems to be some weakly thought out definition of 'paranoia' going around which deems it to be the feeling you are supposed to get when you hear the sound of the jackboots on your door. Excuse me for disagreeing, but I believe the proper feeling at that point in time may be resignation to your own death (and a firm resolve not to go 'alone' into that dark night).
I have a Sid Vicious t-shirt that says "never let them take you alive". I really enjoyed the story of the Warsaw ghetto uprising when I first heard it, and whereas Sid and the Warsaw dwellers are from a different time and mindset, I think us modern folks can draw the appropriate analogies.
Or, if your door is strong enough, you might have one last chance to play "Hide the Salami" with Lady Byrd.
A gun in one hand and a babe in the other - what a privelege to be an American!! BTW, I saw an all-stainless Colt King Cobra .357 in a pawn shop the other day for $475. Clean as a whistle. I snatched that puppy up real quick. It would be my dying wish to have some otherwise faceless bureaucrat be the recipient of its intended use, should it come to that.
Someone suggested to me, in private email, that they would suspect TruthMonger to be a Toto testicle, except for the lack of humor in any of his posts. However, I couldn't help but notice that TruthMonger's original post in this thread was a reply to a request for information in regard to "Anonymous Nymserver at anon.nymserver.com", and a request for an opinion as to the competence and integrity of those involved in its operation.
Exactly. Now who would be taking an option on throwaways like that?
Neither could I help noticing that TruthMonger's reply, which had mercilessly slammed both the integrity and motivations behind all remailer operations, and which suggested that one unequivocally mistrust all of them, was sent from the very anon-server in question. Make of this what you will, but bear in mind that Hypocrisy and Humor are not all that far apart in the dictionary.
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