TruthMonger Sells Out: Subject: I Concede... To: BadBillyG<billg@micro$not.cum> From: TruthMonger<tm@dev.null> Yo Willy, You finally whupped me... After years of plotting your death in a slow, excruciating manner, time and circumstances have finally forced me to offer to compromise my formerly unbending position regarding your continued physical existence. In my own defence, I must state that I probably could have held out indefinitely in my crusade to force you to pay for the tremendous amount of suffering that resulted from your successfully making DOS a worldwide computer standard, despite the fact that children in basements around the nation were producing vastly superior products, such as 4DOS and AstroTit, had it not been for the fact that even greater evil forces in the world aligned themselves against you, behind ugly-as-sin schills such as Janet Reno, as opposed to sweethearts such as Blanc Weber, who is your staunchest defender, despite the fact that she is carrying Attila T. Hun's baby. The beginning of my downfall as a 'command-line kind of guy' was when I was forced to trade in my XT with a 20M hard drive and 2M of RAM because of the requirement of the only ISP available to me that I be able to run Windoze. Up until then, I had been able to successfully hide my secret life as a huge fan of M$ Word. After purchasing Win95, however, and not having the character to deny myself indulging in the downloading of a free copy of InterNet Assistant, my anti-M$ resolve deteriorated rapidly, until I finally got fed up with Nut$crape's inability to provide me with the instant gratification of my desire to have the latest in software technology, despite the fact that it was a result of your devious and predatorial business practices which made it so. As a result, I finally quit kidding myself about my ability to resist joining the herd of Sheeple racing madly over the M$ cliff, and I downloaded and installed M$ Exploiter. In recognition of the fact that I am now committed to a life of addiction to the M$ updates being offered by shadowy characters on dimly-lit street corners, I am willing to offer you a compromise on my previous demands that you wipe that cute, shit-eating grin off of your face so that I can assassinate you with a clear conscience. To be honest, my current predicament is that, after purchasing a variety of M$ products, I currently find myself unable to reinstall any of them if my system goes to shit, which it often does as a result of my being a sorry, drunken, drug addict without a lick of common sense. Although I own 3 1/2" floppy disks purchased in the late 1980's, and which still work perfectly fine, the disks which I have acquired recently, containing the M$ products I own, have all gone to shit, because America has sunk to the point where they not only cannot make a decent car, anymore, but they also cannot make a decent floppy disk. Accordingly, I am willing to reduce my demands for your physical extermination to a demand that you allow me to cut off three fingers on your left hand, on the following conditions: 1. You provide me with CD-ROMS for Win95, M$ Word for Win95, Windows 3.11, and a copy of AstroTit, a program writen by some sorry loser in Sedona, Arizona, and which I lost because DOS 4.0 made me so fucking crazy that I threw my computer through a window in forty-below-zero weather. 2. You not tell the CypherPunks about this offer, since all of my somewhat deficient reputation capital rests upon my long-winded diatribes against M$, as a result of my not having any appreciable computer skills. 3. That Blanc Weber provide me with a notarized document signed by a reputable physician stating that s/he has examined her, and revealing whether or not she is wearing panties. 4. You recall the team of hired assassins who are currently training their cross-hairs on my toilet, through the bathroom window. (I need to take a helluva piss, and the kitchen sink is backed-up.) 5. Some other conditions which I can't remember because I am running low on my medications, but I will hold you to those conditions, regardless. 6. You throw your support behind legislation aimed at eliminating discrimination based on species. (My dog, Baby, asked me to include this condition. She promised to quit hogging the 'good pillow' if you would agree to this.) Looking forward to your reply, Toto<toto@sk.sympatico.ca> "It's not a DEATH THREAT!!! until *I* say it's a DEATH THREAT!!!"