You really get to accuse God?

 You really get to accuse God? You are a mere human! You are a mere mortal! You are merely cultural! You are a mere breath, A mere shadow, A mere wind! What do you think that you are? Are you God? Are you Holy? Are you of old? Are you everlasting? Weren't you born? Won't you die? You are a mere human being. What is a man? He is a nothing! He is absolutely nothing at all! Who do you think you are? You think that you are God, because you have a degree from a big deal school! Look at you! Big time you! Big time you gets to call God evil! So, you have a degree! So what! That's so cute! That's so cute that you think you are awesome!👍 What are you? What is a human? A human is nothing but wind!

Watching movies with sister

 Movie nights with my sister were a tradition between us, going back well over a decade. The unspoken rule was that they were only for us. Even at times when we hardly spent any other time together, it maintained some kind of special bond between us.

The kind of funny thing was that Naomi used to always fall asleep later in the evening. She was apparently so cozy and safe next to me that she just couldn't help herself.

It had become a point of pride for Naomi at some point that she stayed up all the way through. Perhaps she was tired of the teasing about she couldn't last until the end.

She'd regressed since then, pride failing against the stresses of adult life. I had to admit it felt nice knowing I was her refuge from it all, and that snuggling with me had returned to being a near-foolproof way of putting my sister to sleep.

A little more confusingly, Naomi had also started sucking her thumb in her sleep. I couldn't remember how long ago it had been since she'd done anything like that. But like clockwork every week now she fell asleep and sucked her thumb while cuddled up warmly against me.

I tried one week, just to see what would happen, pulling her hand gently away from her mouth. Naomi's cute face took on a slight frown in her sleep and her lips kept looking for something. If I released her hand, it would slowly return and she'd comfortably return to sucking her thumb.

Because apparently I just couldn't let something like this go, I moved Naomi's hand again and this time left my hand next to her lips. It was an even slower thing, but my sister found one of my fingers and happily sucked it into her mouth.

It was an odd feeling having my little sister sucking on my finger. Intimate in a way I wasn't sure I was comfortable with. Not with her. But she did seem happy after all, and it wasn't unpleasant, just weird.

It became something of a game for me the rest of the night. Swapping out my fingers, or putting two in at once, or withholding them a while. Just to see what Naomi would do, or if she'd wake up.

I did feel kind of bad for messing with Naomi while she was sleeping like that, but that went away when she woke up.

"Welcome back," I said.

"What?" she asked blearily.

"You fell asleep again," I teased.

"Max! I did not!" Naomi said.

I frowned slightly. "You most certainly did."

"I think I'd know," she insisted, even as she wiped drool off her cheek.

"Oh yeah?" I said. "So what happened at the end of the movie then?"

"They kissed and lived happily ever after," Naomi said promptly.

I narrowed my eyes. "Lucky guess. More detail?"

"Nuh uh," she said. "I think you were asleep. You tell me more detail."

I most definitely hadn't been asleep. The annoying thing was I'd been so busy playing with my sister that I'd been ignoring most of what had been going on in the movie.

"Um... an argument," I mumbled. "And, like, a legal thing, and a misunderstanding...."

"Wow, so convincing," Naomi said, rolling her eyes hard. "Try and stay awake next time Sleeping Beauty."

An Evening of Russian Poetry" by NABOKOV

 “…seems to be the best train. Miss Ethel Winter of the Department of English will meet you at the station and…”

            —from a letter addressed to the visiting speaker
 
The subject chosen for tonight's discussion
Is everywhere, though often incomplete:
when their basaltic banks become too steep,
most rivers use a kind of rapid Russian,
and so do children talking in their sleep.
My little helper at the magic lantern,
insert that slide and let the colored beam
project my name or any such-like phantom
in Slavic characters upon the screen.
The other way, the other way. I thank you.

On mellow hills the Greek, as you remember,
fashioned his alphabet from cranes in flight;
his arrows crossed the sunset, then the night.
Our simple skyline and a taste for timber,
the influence of hives and conifers,
reshaped the arrows and the borrowed birds.
Yes, Sylvia?

                    “Why do you speak of words
When all we want is knowledge nicely browned?”

Because all hangs together—shape and sound
heather and honey, vessel and content.
Not only rainbows—every line is bent,
and skulls and seeds and all good worlds are round,
like Russian verse, like our colossal vowels:
those painted eggs, those glossy pitcher flowers
that swallow whole a golden bumblebee
those shells that hold a thimble and the sea.
Next question.

                        “Is your prosody like ours?”

Well, Emmy, our pentameter may seem
to foreign ears as if it could not rouse
the limp iambus from its pyrrhic dream.
But close your eyes and listen to the line.
The melody unwinds; the middle word
is marvelously long and serpentine:
you hear one beat, but you have also heard
the shadow of another, then the third
touches the gong, and then the fourth one sighs.

It makes a very fascinating noise:
it opens slowly, like a grayish rose
in pedagogic films of long ago.

The rhyme is the line's birthday, as you know,
and there are certain customary twins
in Russian as in other tongues. For instance,
love automatically rhymes with blood,
nature with liberty, sadness with distance,
humane with everlasting, prince with mud,
moon with a multitude of words, but sun
and song and wind and life and death with none.

Beyond the seas where I have lost a scepter,
I hear the neighing of my dappled nouns,
soft participles coming down the steps,
treading on leaves, trailing their rustling gowns,
and liquid verbs in ahla and in ili,
Aonian grottoes, nights in the Altai,
black pools of sound with "I"s for water lilies.
The empty glass I touched is tinkling still,
but now 'tis covered by a hand and dies.

“Trees? Animals? Your favorite precious stone?”

The birch tree, Cynthia, the fir tree, Joan.
Like a small caterpillar on its thread,
my heart keeps dangling from a leaf long dead
but hanging still, and still I see the slender
white birch that stands on tiptoe in the wind,
and firs beginning where the garden ends
the evening ember glowing through their cinders.

Among the animals that haunt our verse,
that bird of bards, regale of night, comes first:
scores of locutions mimicking its throat
render its very whistling, bubbling, bursting,
flutelike or cuckoolike or ghostlike note.
But lapidary epithets are few;
we do not deal in universal rubies.
The angle and the glitter are subdued;
our riches lie concealed. We never liked
the jeweler's window in the rainy night.

My back is Argus-eyed. I live in danger.
False shadows turn to track me as I pass
and, wearing beards, disguised as secret agents,
creep in to blot the freshly written page
and read the blotter in the looking glass.
And in the dark, under my bedroom window,
until, with a chill whirr and shiver, day
presses its starter, warily they linger
or silently approach the door and ring
the bell of memory and run away.

Let me allude, before the spell is broken,
to Pushkin, rocking in his coach on long
and lonely roads: he dozed, then he awoke,
undid the collar of his traveling cloak,
and yawned, and listened to the driver's song.
Amorphous sallow bushes called rakeety,
enormous clouds above an endless plain,
songline and skyline endlessly repeated,
the smell of grass and leather in the rain.
And then the sob, the syncope (Nekrasov!)
the panting syllables that climb and climb,
obsessively repetitive and rasping,
dearer to some than any other rhyme.
And lovers meeting in a tangled garden,
dreaming of mankind, of untrammeled life,
mingling their longings in the moonlit garden,
where trees and hearts are larger than in life.
This passion for expansion you may follow
throughout our poetry. We want the mole
to be a lynx or turn into a swallow
by some sublime mutation of the soul.
But to unneeded symbols consecrated,
escorted by a vaguely infantile
path for bare feet, our roads were always fated
to lead into the silence of exile.

Had I more time tonight I would unfold
the whole amazing story—neighuklúzhe,
nevynossímo—but I have to go.

What did I say under my breath? I spoke
to a blind songbird hidden in a hat,
safe from my thumbs and from the eggs I broke
into the gibus brimming with their yolk.

And now I must remind you in conclusion,
that I am followed everywhere and that
space is collapsible, although the bounty
of memory is often incomplete:
once in a dusty place of Mora county
(half town, half desert, dump mound and mesquite)
and once in West Virginia (a muddy
red road between an orchard and a veil
of tepid rain) it came, that sudden shudder,
a Russian something that I could inhale
but could not see. Some rapid words were uttered
and then the child slept on, the door was shut.

The conjurer collects his poor belongings—
the colored handkerchief, the magic rope,
the double-bottomed rhymes, the cage, the song.
You tell him of the passes you detected.
The mystery remains intact. The check
comes forward in its smiling envelope.

“How would you say ‘delightful talk’ in Russian?”
“How would you say ‘good night’?”

                                                            Oh, that would be:

Bessónitza, tvoy vzor oonýl i stráshen;
lubóv moyá, otstóopnika prostée.

(Insomnia, your stare is dull and ashen,
my love, forgive me this apostasy.)

But i'm the kind who would WALK WITH jesus

 But i'm the kind who would WALK WITH jesus if she or he or she/he or he/she .....ever shows up in my lifetime! (i'd say that the same yet in other poetics to other ethnicities!!) Not be a Follower. Which i understand is what 'Christian' means: To Follow.

GRANTED, i say this from the perspective of my methodology. A way to keep the poetic bridges, no matter what. Somehow. And building community around that metaphorical and not-so-metaphorical artiNg.



(Whisper this: of COURSE the duped antis will Take Advantage of this surrealism! My guard seems down! i'm 'inebriated'! Easy Pickings for the State now, eh? ?

As Pink Floyd said:

IS ANYBODY OUT THERE

How to make Tort Medovik from https://vikalinka.com/my-honey-valentine-russian-honey-and-cream-cake-medovik-or-fire-and-ice/

 The recipe was being passed on from one household to another although, of course there wasn’t one ‘master recipe”. Every cook made it her own. It was impossible to have any sort of celebration without Medovik crowning the meal.

It was so common that after a while it didn’t seem special anymore. I am glad I re-discovered this treasure because despite its simplicity of ingredients and the method of preparation the end result is far from plain.

Ingredients

Honey in Russian is med, so you can expect honey to be one of the dominant ingredients in this cake. Although only 4 tablespoons is used, they add a very rich, caramel like flavour to the cake. This is due to a high quality, flavourful honey that’s been traditionally used in Russia.

My grandfather came for a beekeeping family and as a child I always remember seeing a large 3 litre jar of raw honey being stored in a kitchen cupboard. So using great tasting honey is the key to the unforgettable taste of this honey cake. 

The rest of the ingredients are very common for cakes. Butter, sugar, flour, baking soda and vanilla extract make thin, cookie like layers of Medovik.

They are softened with a cream filling that is one part whipping cream and one part sour cream mixed with sugar and vanilla. Sometimes a filling made with butter and sweetened condensed milk is used. I however, find it too sweet. 

How to make Tort Medovik

Although the ingredients for this honey cake are quite common for a cake, the method of preparation is quite unorthodox.

Cake Layers

Instead of making cake batter and baking it in cake pans this honey cake recipe calls for preparing cookie dough, then baking the layers one by one on cookie sheets in a preheated oven. 

Baking the thin layers is the lengthiest process according to this method but trust me, it produces the most stellar results. This cake is so impressive that after it got discovered and reproduced by one San Francisco bakery, it developed a cult following! 

After the layers are baked they are cut into round circles or rectangles. As you can see in the photos, I went with rectangles.

When Medovik is made for large gatherings it’s not uncommon to make it into a large rectangular 4 layer cake instead of a tall 8 layer one. Both are authentic and equally delicious. 

Honey Cake Filling

Beat sour cream or creme fraiche with whipping cream, sugar and vanilla until sugar is dissolved and it’s doubled in volume. Fill all 8 cake layers except for the top and the sides. 

Medovik Frosting

Once again I’ve changed the frosting as in the original Medovik. The filling above is used for the outside of the cake as well and later coated with the cake crumbs. Since I decided to go crumb free, I’ve used a mascarpone frosting similar to the one I’ve used for my Naked Cake.

You "Pain is just weakness leaving your body."

You  "Pain is just weakness leaving your body."

- Sean Kennedy, (TFM)

aka SKTFM

INTRODUCTION TO THE FIRST ISSUE of PA1N: a world of pa1n.

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What exactly do we hope to accomplish with PA1N? Not a whole lot really,

or maybe everything. We have no agenda, we have no plan. There are those

among us who do, however, and one thing I, as editor in chief of PA1N would like

to do is support them, and offer a soapbox to these people. First, however, let me

explain how the group of us came to the idea of creating another online zine, as

if there aren't enough already. The concept has been done, it's been dragged out,

beaten, left for dead. But I feel confident that the people who are helping me,

and those that have provided the inspiration will lead this into a new direction;

integrity. We don't seek to make ourselves famous, fame is a crown of thorns,

it makes you a target. We don't seek money, power, just a few thousand bytes

on the ether. We seek to be heard, to create a forum for some of the cyberpunk

scene's most gifted, creative and brilliant denizens. A forum in which to have

a voice that cannot be bought. Cannot be sold. Cannot be silenced Cannot be

stopped.

Cannot be intimidated into oblivion or obfuscation.

The world is full of pain.

This is now a world of pain. The country is plagued with a dying and

disemboweled economy, as people starve only miles from the white house lawn.

The planet shudders every second as we race headlong toward it's ultimate --

and therefore our own -- destruction. But no one asked me if I wanted to fund

genocide. No panel or census told me my taxes would fund bioweapons, nuclear

holocaust, or even the very agencies that might seek to silence this new voice.

No one asked you either. We have been bought and sold, our rights have been

written off as a casualty of a war.

A war on terrorism.

Where there are no terrorists.

A war on drugs,

where the enemy is the lower class.

A war on freedom,

which sucks the life out of our society.

But we can take it back.

It's already started. This is fuel to the fire...

I used to write for The Midnight Raid, HAPPLE, HazMat, TSHG, Reptile, the

list goes on and on... I was lured away from the scene as it became plagued

with neophytes whom I hadn't the patience for which I should have. People who

had been fed by the corporate media what hackers were. What phreaks were, what

goths did, what a punk was, who a fleshtripper was, and that those who protect

themselves are terrorists.

The norm became piracy, pornography and the outlets of all kids. The

economy died, and every hotline server, scores of IRC channels and

until-then free websites were relying on banner ads and popup scams to pay for

the bandwidth; whilst the sysops and admins worked three or four jobs to pay

the rent. The scene died, so I thought.

But we don't die, do we? No we don't. The culture that was spawned ever

since someone realized a single person could change something; if nothing other

than their own lives, a culture of new ideas was born. Rebellion, perhaps. But

with a cause ripe with nobility and idealism. The packet switched network was

the catalyst for a worldwide insurgence of new ideas. Then in the 1980s, the

United States Secret Service launched Operation Sun Devil. They arrested Steve

Jackson of Steve Jackson games for a cyberpunk RPG. The FBI and Secret Service

joint computer crime task force arrested Phiber Optik of the legendary 'Legion

of Doom', and Knight Lightning of the cornerstone magazine Phrack.

Yeah. They did a good job of ruining the lives of people who had committed

no crime; they destroyed the lives of people who had committed non-malicious

crime; and they almost killed Kevin Mitnick by placing him in maximum security

with a man who nearly beat him to death for taking too long on the phone

(something to that effect.)

And now there's the PATRIOT Act of 2001, the Homeland Security Act, the US

DoD wants ident cards initiated as standard ID, and everyone is afraid. Or so

it seemed. Then a girl who'll be known as Sapphire told me something important.

There was something happening on internet radio, a new-ish medium. Rantradio

gave me the hope I needed, and the faith I had lost that there were still

people who want to band together. To make the world a better place, perhaps? Or

maybe to make a new world. To throw out the old rules and live as ronin,

warriors without masters, but to live by the beleif that it is your duty as

another human being to stand up for those that cannot defend themselves.

As RumblingSky once said, "I am a cell of rantradio." And we are growing.

Now the Sean Kennedy Show is the first in-studio audience, and popular

non-mainstream tv show, rather, internet television show about things that

matter. Things that are real. It was Jello Biafra that said it best though,

"Don't hate the media, become the media."

- Jello Biafra, former lead singer of the Dead Kennedys

originally from the H2K Keynote Speech, then later on a

spoken word album entitled "Become the Media."

By the way, I mean what I say. Nothing more. You don't have to judge me, but you will.

- alienbinary

[ Special Thanks ]

Thank you to the following communities, people and friends that have encouraged

myself and others to make this happen. Together, I think we can make something

happen: Turnspike, for actually coming through and helping me pull this one

together, Cheezi, one of my partners in crime, the owner of e-lite

Communications, who has given me more help in my life, more fucking bandwidth

than GOD and of all people, if anyone deserves to own the domain e-lite communications,

it's him. Nemisis, the master of tic-toc, Oscar, AIM, YIM, etc; whose exploits

ended up in the local newspaper, along with some code of my own. Temporary

celebrity is fun, when they don't know your real name. To GrinReaper, one of

the best friends I've ever had. And not someone to mess with. Don't worry man,

we'll get your car back eventually. I want to thank Cimmerian of RantMedia,

whose opinion I have and always will respect; Sean Kennedy The Fucking Man, who

has proven that it's not how hard you can hit, but how hard you can get hit.

- PA1N Editor, alienbinary.

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Understanding Password Strength

by alienbinary

[ preface ]

A modern misconception among both IT and non-IT people is that the vulnerabilty

of a box is inversely proportionate to the strength of the encryption keys

utilized by the systems administrator.

However, the old idea of a "weak" password still holds more weight than the

cryptography employed. The reason for this remains simple. Think of a computer

as analogous to a building. If the sides are guarded with razor wire and

turrets and barred up, the physical strength and security of the perimeter is

very high. However, all that is required to get into this building is what

every building uses: a key. Think of a password as just another key on a

keychain, and you understand that even if you suture up your packets nice and

tight, anyone with root access can freely traverse un-encrypted data. So while

SSH using Blowfish or PGP is a safe way to secure packets in transit from being

hijacked en-route, any data being transmitted can be accessed straight from the

source if an attacker can 'SUID root,' with the right password.

In order to understand the nature of passwords, you have to get even simpler

than that. What is a password? Passwords used to be real words. "hello", or

"aardvark." Because of this, people often make the mistake of remembering a

password as an idea. In old UNIX environments, no one was particularly

concerned with strong passwords, dictionary attacks were long, arduous

processes, and they required rudimentary knowledge of DES, the Data Encryption

Standard as set forth by the NSA. Therefore, people often look around the room,

maybe for a picture or a statue. The average computer user in a cubicle at an

office building might simply choose the first word of the first book to catch

their eyes. If you sat someone next to an iMac and a Poster for Fight Club,

chances are pretty good that the person might choose "iamjackspassword",

"tylerdurden", or "soap" when password protecting anything.

However, security 'experts' have long since warned about the idea of using a

password that can be located within the dictionary. These people suggest

subsituting a number for a letter or vice-verse. They suggest adding a number

to the end of the password string. This, in theory, would make it more secure.

Before the real meat of the article, it is important that you have reference,

and basic understanding of strings and ASCII.

[ password ranges ]

In the ASCII Range, every possible character has been assigned a numeric value

ranging from 1-255. Even a carriage return is assigned a numeric value.

chr(13). If you allow only uppercase and lowercase letters, your range per

segment is 65-91 and 97 - 131.

A = 65 B = 66 C = 67 D = 68 E = 69 F = 70 G = 71 H = 72 I = 73 J = 74

K = 76 L = 77 M = 78 N = 79 O = 80 P = 81 Q = 82 R = 83 S = 84 T = 85

U = 86 V = 87 W = 88 X = 89 V = 90 Z = 91

a = 97 b = 98 c = 99 d = 100 e = 111 f = 112 g = 113 h = 114 i = 115 j = 116

k = 117 l = 118 m = 119 n = 120 o = 121 p = 122 q = 122 r = 123 s = 124 t = 125

u = 126 v = 127 w = 128 x = 129 y = 130 z = 131

Now, notice the gap between the two arrays? that's because...

0=48 1=49 2=50 3=51 4=52 5=53 6=54 7=55 8=56 9=57

therefore:

a password string consisting of only lowercase letters has a range of {97-131},

a password of only uppercase letters has a range of {65-91}, a password made up

of both sets of letters has a range of {65-91;97-131}. A potential password

character with only digits is {48-57}. So a password of all three arrays has a

range of {48-57 ; 65-91 ; 97-131}. The total number of potential characters in

such a string is (letters(26)+(26))+(digits(10))=62. Only sixty-two possible

characters, that's why the next section explores the entire range.

[ measuring strength ]

A string of characters is only as random as the following variables will allow:

range (255 max in standard ASCII) and length. The range of a string corresponds

to the minimum numerical value and the maximum numerical value; where the

length correlates to the number of possible letters/numbers/characters.

The number of possible combinations for a password is an exponential equation.

r = range

l = length

r^l=x

where x = the number of possible combinations.

So, if you only allow the lowercase alphabet characters into a password, and

your password is 5 characters long, the equation to find the maximum number of

potential passwords looks like this:

26^5 = x

{ just letters, lowercase }

26 x 26 = 676

26 x 26 x 26 = 17576

26 x 26 x 26 x 26 = 456976

26 x 26 x 26 x 26 x 26 = 11881376

26 x 26 x 26 x 26 x 26 x 26 = 308915776

26 x 26 x 26 x 26 x 26 x 26 x 26 = 8031810176

{ lowercase uppercase and digits }

62 x 62 = 3844

62 x 62 x 62 = 238328

62 x 62 x 62 x 62 = 14776336

62 x 62 x 62 x 62 x 62 = 916132832

62 x 62 x 62 x 62 x 62 x 62 = 56800235584

{ full ASCII range }

255 x 255 = 65025

255 x 255 x 255 = 16581375

255 x 255 x 255 x 255 = 4228250625

255 x 255 x 255 x 255 x 255 = 1078203909375

255 x 255 x 255 x 255 x 255 x 255 = 274941996890625

255 x 255 x 255 x 255 x 255 x 255 x 255 = 7.011020920710938e+16

There are limits to the types of encryption certain software will use, so there

is a varying degree in terms of how much room you have to be creative with your

passwords.

[ outro ]

So now we come back to the Fight Club Poster and the kid with the iMac.

len("iamjackspassword") = 16.

range of characters {97-131}.

Possible characters = 26 (the length of the alphabet.)

So just how strong is "iamjackspassword"?

26^16 = 2.147484e+9

So let's just modify the password. Same phrase, different characters.

"iamjackspassword" becomes "IamJacksPassw0rd"

62^16 = 4.767240170682353e+28

Now that's a little better. There's always punctuation, though...

- 2003 alienbinary

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PA1N Political Editorial

The Department of Injustice, the Case of Mumia Abu-Jamal

by alienbinary

[ Mumia Abu-Jamal ]

The world was given a wake-up call in the late 1990's, when Rage Against

the Machine and the Beastie Boys headlined a concert to raise both money and

awareness for the case of Mumia Abu-Jamal, a person for whom those that once

sang the praises of had turned a blind eye to his wrongfull conviction of

having shot a police officer to death. For the first time in years, music was

back again, as a voice to wake up a population all too happy to throw in the

towel and ignore the problems that eat away at the structure of our justice,

economic and social systems. I had never heard of Mumia Abu-Jamal before, and

as you might expect, almost no one else I knew had either.

The man in question was a former Black Panther, and then an active member

of a social justice organization called MOVE. MOVE was a police-brutality

awareness organization, a much needed voice against police corruption.

Abu-Jamal hailed from Philly, where the single most noteable thing about the

Police Department, is it's corruption. Although an FBI inquiry into the actions

of six Philadelphia detectives led to hundreds of cases with similarities being

overturned and scores of inmates being let free, Mumia Abu-Jamal is still on

death row, waiting for the legal lynch mob of the Fraternal Order of Police to

call a death toll. I can't really imagine that, no matter how hard I may try:

waiting under the most brutal conditions in the United States corrections

system to be put to death by the state of pennsylvania for a crime I could not

possibly have committed. But, as unimagineable as it seems, that is precisely

the case with Mumia Abu-Jamal.

In the last several years, the pressure has turned up on the case,

prompting federal and even international inquiries into the questionable

circumstances surrounding the controversial conviction. The scenario is already

an unbearable one, before the officer was killed. According to the defense, and

now it appears that the Justice Department has come to a similar scenario,

Mumia Abu-Jamal approached the officer in question, after driving home in his

taxicab, which he drove for a living. Due to a previous encounter, Jamal had a

.357 Magnum revolver on his person to protect himself from being robbed again

in his cab. The initial reason for the confrontation had been grounded in the

fact that Mumia had happened upon several police officers beating his brother

to death with his flashlight. This, incidentally, has remained undisputed.

Now here the story becomes confused. Mumia may have drawn his weapon as a

precaution to ward off the hostile officers. At this point, forensics experts

from the Federal Bureau of Investigation speculate that a firefight broke out.

Although some speculate that the initial firefight occurred before Mumia

arrived on the scene.

Clearly, two people were hit. One was a police officer, supposedly in the

line of duty, the other was Mumia Abu-Jamal, who had been shot in the liver. By

most accounts, a gunshot wound to the liver is extremely fatal. However, during

the time Mumia was unconscious, several things happened.

The prosecution would later claim that Mumia Abu-Jamal had fatally shot the

police officer and even bragged about his alleged murder on the way to the

hospital. However, there are no witnesses to this activity, with the exception

of a prostitute who had been paid off by the other detectives, and a crackhead

who is speculated to have actually been the killer. In reality, Mumia Abu-Jamal

was laying face down with his eyes closed, trying to stay alive, bleeding to

death and then suffered a severe beating from the accompanying officers. During

this time, he was only vaguely conscious, until he blacked out; he blacked out

long before the alleged admission of guilt in the ambulence. The EMS teams

recall no such admissions.

[ commentary on the case of Mumia Abu-Jamal ]

The fact that I kept tripping over my facts as I tried to assemble this

article is a testament to the very shakiness of the case in question. At this

point, for fear of adding more confusion to the fire, I'll propose several

simple questions:

1. Given that the FBI has evidence that would exhonerate the defendent,

shouldn't a retrial be called?

2. Since a hitman has since confessed to the shooting that Mumia Abu-Jamal

is waiting to die for, should he not be set free?

3. If representatives from the United Nations, Amnesty International,

British Parliament, the NAACP, etc. have spoken out for not only a retrial, but

an aquittal of the accused; shouldn't the Justice Department step in and earn

it's name for once? You would hope so. Unfortunately, none of this is the case.

4. Mumia has served 21 years on death row, a year over the maximum amount

of time allotted to a death row inmate. So why hasn't he been executed yet, if

time is up? That's what makes this case so transparent. They can rob a man of

his freedom and his life, but they cannot allow his death to catalyze a

worldwide insurrection. If anything is to befall Mumia Abu-Jamal, I cannot

possibly imagine the repurcussions the case would have on the world's view of

America. And there's the obvious possibility they know he didn't do it.

[ Sources for information ]

- Live From Death Row, by Mumia Abu-Jamal (1995) ISBN Number: 0-380-72766-8

- 育毛シャンプー、育毛剤の比較ランキング｜【若ハゲ診断.jp】

- "On Mumia" (spoken word) by Jello Biafra, "Anti-Racist Action Benifit CD"

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Marriage: Husband, Wife, and Uncle Sam?

With the president of the United States restating his stance against gay

marriage last week, I again wondered just why the hell our government is so

concerned about who marries who. Let me lay it down like this, beyond

recognizing it as an economic contract, the government has NO BUSINESS meddling

in the affairs of marriage.

The purpose of the U.S. Government was stated in the preamble of our

constitution as following:

"We The People of the United States, in Order to form a more

perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility,

provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and

secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do

ordain and establish the Constitution for the

United States of America."

Read that statement carefully, and tell me what part of that statement

provides the government the power to corral us all into pairs of two by our

gender in hopes that we mate. It isn't there.

There are a large number of people out there who are coupled, without being

married, and deserve the same benefits as married couples. Homosexuals, single

parents with adult children, people who care for their elderly

parents/relatives, long-term roommates, these are all people who can have the

same reliance on each other as traditional married couples, yet are ignored

because they are not Man and Woman who have submitted to a State-recognized

ceremony. Give me a break; this is just another jerk of the moral steering

wheel by a government known for immorality, scandals and corruption. And all

this because we aren't smart enough as citizens to either hook up with the

proper person of socially-defined standards, or be celibate? Bullshit.

Now is the time that our government should give up their demands that we be

with who they want us to. It costs untold time, energy, and money to make the

citizens of the U.S. walk their line and the numbers of the outraged are

growing by the day.

Just another message from your local Libertarian, looking to whittle our

bloated government down to a size we will all be happy with. Keep the

government out of your life, your wallet, your mind.

Turnspike

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wardriving scans - PA1N Staff

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"The internet is growing everyday." You can here that line anywhere you go,

I guarantee it. It's the single easiest phrase to find yourself confronted

with, and it has so little meaning now, I often wonder exactly what the hell is

growing inside the internet (other than pornography.)

[ ed. apparently the thing that grows everday are the vat farms of wireless

local area network administrators who don't know that the default passwords are

public domain. ]

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You don't have to try very hard, whatsoever to find an article in the

modern media warning you of the dangerous hackers lurking in the ether, waiting

to break into your email address, or to snatch up your credit card info and

order more parts for their other 'terrorist' projects. Naturally these news

stories are entirely untrue, BUT they sell very very well. This being the case,

one would correctly surmise that the appropriate course of action for a society

so 'aware' of the dangers of insecure networks would be to secure everything

and lock it down tight to prevent intruders.

One can also correctly surmise that human beings are not logic driven

creatures.

In a world so obsessed with security, they should at least bother to learn

the basics of WiFi security. These were gathered over a really, really short

period of time, running an unintrusive wireless LAN detector. Once within

range, internet access was capable, without any verification at all.

Scan #1 location: Providence, Rhode Island (near the state house)

utility: MacStumbler v0.6b by korben

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SSID | MAC |Chan|Max|Type | Vendor | WEP

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amato 00:80:C8:B0:5C:B0 6 14 Managed unknown Yes

ConnectionPoint 00:60:B3:70:B2:44 1 15 Managed unknown No

linksys 00:06:25:A1:E7:18 6 16 Managed 3Com No

Home Airport 00:30:65:16:B0:DA 7 21 Managed Apple No

linksys 00:06:25:9C:F2:28 6 12 Managed 3Com No

satorinet 00:30:65:1C:AF:A4 1 10 Managed Apple No

PARMAS 00:90:D1:01:58:84 7 14 Managed Addtron No

test 00:40:96:5B:6B:F3 1 19 Managed Cisco-Aironet Yes

linksys 00:04:5A:26:82:EF 6 13 Managed Linksys No

WLAN 00:01:24:F0:13:40 5 16 Managed Acer No

PFS-G 00:06:25:3B:92:84 3 15 Managed 3Com Yes

QGO 00:02:2D:88:44:F2 1 20 Managed Agere-Lucent No

QGO 00:02:2D:88:44:CC 11 8 Managed Agere-Lucent No

linksys 00:06:25:76:7C:AB 6 12 Managed 3Com No

CSI-MA-POS 00:40:96:42:BD:79 3 16 Managed Cisco-Aironet No

tmobile 00:0C:30:86:B2:FC 1 21 Managed unknown No

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Scan #2 location: Warwick, Rhode Island (around the Warwick mall area)

utility: MacStumbler v0.6b by korben

-----------------+-----------------+----+---+--------+---------------+-------

SSID | MAC |Chan|Max|Type | Vendor | WEP

-----------------|-----------------|----|---|--------|---------------|-------

Tricom Wireless 00:03:93:E9:D3:9D 10 8 Managed unknown No

AVALON 00:06:25:7E:48:8F 1 12 Managed 3Com Yes

wpl1021 00:02:8A:4D:8F:AC 2 14 Managed unknown No

591 00:04:75:64:24:2C 1 23 Managed unknown Yes

MWSOFT Wireless 00:03:2F:02:B5:AB 7 12 Managed GST-Linksys No

linksys 00:06:25:B3:D5:3F 6 19 Managed 3Com No

NETGEAR 00:09:5B:51:4D:36 11 19 Managed unknown No

wireless 00:90:4B:33:6D:2C 6 27 Managed unknown No

default 00:80:C8:16:72:EC 6 23 Managed unknown No

mansella 00:80:C8:B0:A6:F6 6 26 Managed unknown Yes

WebCenter WIFI 00:30:AB:22:AE:8F 6 26 Managed Delta No

emery_pdx 00:40:96:58:46:6E 6 18 Managed Cisco-Aironet Yes

SST-PR-1 E6:01:B4:03:44:02 6 39 Ad-hoc unknown Yes

netsoftinc11 00:06:25:7B:5A:A5 11 25 Managed 3Com Yes

acq3 00:06:25:BA:4C:6B 11 18 Managed 3Com Yes

linksys 00:06:25:78:5C:83 6 10 Managed 3Com No

tlcrf 00:40:05:C5:83:01 6 18 Managed D-Link No

linksys 00:06:25:DB:8E:1F 6 24 Managed 3Com No

linksys 00:06:25:66:C1:14 6 46 Managed 3Com No

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Scan #3 location: En Route to Boston from Providence

utility: MacStumbler v0.6b by korben

-----------------+-----------------+----+---+--------+---------------+-------

SSID | MAC |Chan|Max|Type | Vendor | WEP

-----------------|-----------------|----|---|--------|---------------|-------

ATT 00:02:2D:8D:B6:D5 1 31 Managed Agere-Lucent No

linksys 00:06:25:5A:F4:31 6 27 Managed 3Com No

linksys-g 00:06:25:B9:6D:95 6 10 Managed 3Com No

Paul's Network 00:30:65:1F:3B:05 1 15 Managed Apple Yes

linksys 00:06:25:78:28:47 6 10 Managed 3Com No

SpeedStream 00:C0:02:C9:33:62 11 13 Managed unknown No

linksys 00:06:25:55:0E:40 6 14 Managed 3Com No

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Corporate War on Literacy - by alienbinary

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