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1 total messages Started by Tester Wed, 12 Dec 2007 00:34
Where is appalling Afterburner when we need him?
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Author: Tester
Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2007 00:34
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126.43.253.178:8273 open socks4 proxy was used on 25 November for a
Hipcrime attack on nanae. And I got the port number by Googling so it
must have been open and was probably abused before that date.

It was used late North American Monday for a Hipcrime attack on
24hoursupport.helpdesk and the same open proxy was still there Tuesday
at 12:16 GMT.

At one time, RCN (formerly Erols) had the famous Afterburner on its
abuse desk. Now, it seems to have Dave Null.

Remember - go to RCN for your net-abuse needs. You put up a phishing
page? It will still be up on Valentine Day. You can get Giganews with
only IP authentication through RCN.

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inner mind, we reshape him. We
burn  all evil and  all illusion out of him; we bring him over to our side,
not  in appearance,  but genuinely,  heart  and soul.  We make  him one  of
ourselves  before  we kill him.  It is intolerable  to us that an erroneous
thought should exist anywhere in the world, however secret and powerless it
may be. Even in the instant of death we cannot permit any deviation. In the
old  days the  heretic walked to the stake still a heretic, proclaiming his
heresy,  exulting in  it. Even the victim of the Russian purges could carry
rebellion  locked up in his skull as he walked down the passage waiting for
the  bullet. But  we make  the brain  perfect before  we blow  it out.  The
command  of  the old  despotisms was  "Thou shalt not".  The command of the
totalitarians  was "Thou  shalt". Our command is "Thou art". No one whom we
bring  to this  place ever stands out against us. Everyone is washed clean.
Even those three miserable traitors in whose innocence you once believed --
Jones,  Aaronson, and  Rutherford -- in the  end we broke them down. I took
part  in  their interrogation  myself.  I  saw  them gradually  worn  down,
whimpering,  grovelling, weeping --  and in the end it was not with pain or
fear,  only with penitence. By the time we had finished with them they were
only  the shells  of men. There was  nothing left in them except sorrow for
what  they  had done, and love  of Big Brother.  It was touching to see how
they  loved  him. They  begged to be  shot q
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