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Title: The True Story of the Internet Part II









The True Story of the InterNet

Part III


InfoWar

Final Frontier of the Digital Revolution

Behind the ElectroMagnetic
Curtain


by TruthMonger <tm@dev.null>




Copyright 1997 Pearl Publishing



InfoWar Table of Contents

Death & Texas 
2000


Death & Texas


"I see that our link to the past..." Jonathan
paused to remember what the hell the man was calling himself,
lately, "...The Same Guy, that's it..."

What had he been about to say?
Jonathan shook his head to clear away the fog that invariably
resulted from use of the Trei Transponder to make contact with...The
Same Guy.

"He fucked up the 'Death and Taxes' chapter title."
Alexis helped Jonathan regain his train of thought.

"Oh, yes, thank you." Jonathan sighed, and continued.

"Well, if he fails to pick up the reminder from the LMBoyd
sampler, then there's no telling what the next chapter will be
about, since he'll be away from the 'Home' for the weekend."

Priscilla added, "Perhaps we would have been better off
to let him usurp the TruthMonger multi-user personality, since
he seems to have become a one-man multi-user personality, all
on his own."

Bubba Rom Dos laughed, and reminded the others of one of his self-coined
'old-sayings':
"When you talk to yourself, that's normal. When you answer
yourself, that's a little weird, but nothing to seriously worry
about. However, when you say, 'Huh?'...you're in big, big trouble."


Subject: Sampler: October 3
Date: Fri, 3 Oct 1997 00:15:01 -0700
From: sampler-request@lmboyd.com

======================================================

Clients write: 

"What I think of when somebody says 'death and taxes' is
death only collects once."...
"What gets me is this is supposed to be National Apathy Week,
and nobody cares."...
"What I can't figure out is how hailstones were described
before golf balls were invented."

==============================================
LMBoyd Web Site / U. S. Newspapers / Start Email / Stop Email

http://www.LMBoyd.com/postscript.htm


"Taxes!" The Same Guy exclaimed. "Damn!
Taxes..."

The Same Guy looked at the chapter of 'InfoWar' that he had been
working on for the last week. Now it made sense why he couldn't
quite get it all to quite come together.
Still, 'Death and Texas' had been a pretty good guess, since it
did tie in with some of the main players in the worldwide conspiracy
destined to come to fruition at the turn of the millennium.

Someone had gotten to Paula Jones' attorneys and forced them to
bow out of her sexual harassment suit against President Clinton,
so that the Puppet Masters behind the scenes could bring in a
heavy-hitter from Texas, and fund the attack on the President
through the spook-connected Rutherford Institute in Charlottesville,
Va.

"Donavan Campbell!" The Same Guy slapped
his forehead.

Now the obviously 'wrong' reference in chapter 26, "Everything
You Know Is Wrong," made sense.

"One of the reasons the Author attributed to his becoming
a computer guru in an amazingly short period of time, was his
entry into the computer arena as the apprentice of Bill Campbell,
one of the designers of the Adam motherboards, and the Authors
work with retarded children early in life."

The man referred to in this passage was the owner of CCPPR Computers,
Inc., in Tucson, Arizona. But his name was Bill Williams,
not Campbell.
The Same Guy had known that whoever had changed the name in the
manuscript while it was in route to the CypherPunks mailing list
was sending a message to someone that everything they knew about
something was wrong, and that it involved someone named Campbell,
from Texas, where the Author had worked with a number of retarded
children. The references to the Feminazis was another reference
to the use of Paula Jones for the attack on the Presidency, but
what about the reference to George Carlin?
The Same Guy had done a quick Web search for Paula Jones and George
Carlin using fuzzy pattern-matching, and came up with the email
from CNN's 'Carin' Dessauer announcing Paula Jones' switch of
attorneys.

"Yes, the one-two punch!" The Same Guy had leapt
from his chair and given himself a high-five, causing Baby to
look up at him as if she was glad she was a dog, and therefore
in no way related to these crazy humans.

Suddenly, everything was coming full circle..."Full
Magic Circle!" The Same Guy joked to himself,
laughing uproariously, and causing Baby to get up and go into
the next room to lay down, lest someone come along and think that
she was associated with this lunatic. Men...

"Sure, pretend you don't know me!" The Same Guy
hollered after Baby, knowing what she was doing.
"Just wait until people around the world are applauding
my genius and giving me the 'Key to the City' for my prophetic
foresight. Then you'll be sorry you're not there to accept the
'Doggie Bone to the City' for standing by my side, as my faithful
companion."

Baby just looked at him from her new spot on the Lazy Boy in the
front room, and put her head down to sleep, not seeming particularly
impressed.

"Awe-Stun Taxes." That's what the T-shirts
said.

The name of the man who engaged the Author to promote the T-shirts
for him was C. Crockett Flintstone. Crockett was not only person
responsible for introducing the Author to Sam Houston Johnson,
and politics, Texas style, but he was also the reason for the
Author's fortuitous encounter with gomez@basisinc,  and his subsequent
journey into the bowels of the UNIX operating system.

And, of course, there was the ugly scene at Don Politico's bar
in Austin, when the Author had introduced the prototype of a bumper-sticker
he had come up with, to sell in Dallas. It said, "Honk
if you killed Kennedy."


That was a long, long time ago, but the tangled, twisted trail
which had led The Same Guy to this point in time still revolved
around Death and Taxes, Death in Texas, and now...the Death
of Taxes.

But The Same Guy didn't want to write about Death, Taxes, Texas,
or any of that depressing stuff. He was tired of dealing with
the Dark Side of the conspiracy. He wanted to think about the
positive things that could be done to counter the Dark Terror
that was about to descend upon the world, once again. Stuff like
nuking DC.

Well, OK, maybe that was a bad example.


2000


"Looks like he's done fucking up the chapter." Alexis
smiled at Jonathan, as she put her arms around him and gave him
a peck on the cheek.
"Now it's your turn."

"Bubba! Cowboy! Grab the liquor and get your asses out
here, we've got work to do." Jonathan shouted to the
two men who were laying in their cots, trying to recover from
the exceedingly long hours they had put in the day and night before.


"The year 2000." Bubba shouted to Jonathan, dragging
himself out of bed. The Cowboy was rising equally slowly, beside
him.

"Already got it." Jonathan pointed to the chapter
title that lay waiting for a reason to exist. He took the bottle
from Bubba's hand as the old coot eased himself into a chair,
and poured three shots of bourbon while they waited for the Cowboy
to join them.

Jonathan glanced at Alexis, holding a fourth shotglass in his
hand.

"No, I have other things to do, unless you need a woman's
presence so that you guys can keep it in your pants long enough
to complete the chapter without jumping up and down and screaming,
'Nuke DC! Kill! Kill! Kill! Nuke DC!'."

The Cowboy gave Alexis a peck on the cheek as he passed by, assuring
her, "Run along dear, we have everything under control.
As a matter of fact, we think that after we finish prophesying
the past...our past-the CypherPunks' future...then we will
leave it up to the kindlier, gentler CypherPunks, such as Attila
T. Hun, to help light the way for the CypherPunks and the Circle
of Eunuchs to forge a new distant past for ourselves, and a new
future for themselves."
The Cowboy paused, to think about what he had just said, and
added, "It's hard to believe I haven't even had my morning
'hair of the dog' and I'm already on a roll."

Alexis shook her head and said, "Count me out. Just add
a disclaimer at the end of the chapter which involves the womenfolk
from any responsibility for stirring up the likes of Attila T.
Hun and Conan the Destroyer, or whoever you plan to incite to
join in your madness."

"Actually, I think that it is we who are joining in theirs."
Bubba said, sorting through some recent posts to the CypherPunks
list.
He turned to Jonathan and the Cowboy, as Alexis joined Priscilla
in making some adjustments to the Trei Transponder.

"Shall we sugar-coat it, or tell it like it is?"
Bubba asked his companions.

"The less time we take in the telling, the more time we
have for drinking." the Cowboy turned to Jonathan for
his opinion.

"I defer to the wisdom of my elders." Jonathan
smiled, pushing his shotglass forward for a refill.

"OK!" Bubba exclaimed. "Quick and dirty."

"2000. The end."

"Uuhhh, Bubba..." the Cowboy said, "...you
wouldn't mind terribly, would you, if I filled in a few details
before we close out the chapter and open another bottle?"

Bubba waved for the Cowboy to proceed, pouring himself another
shot.

The Cowboy decided to lay out the basics and let those actually
living in the era confirm the details of the flow of InformEnergy
that lay in their future if they failed to take steps to counterbalance
the attempts of the Dark Allies to force the past, present and
future into a narrow mold corresponding to the desires of the
Evil One.

Now playing at a Whitehouse near you-the one, two punch.
 Clinton and Gore are destined to be run out of town on a train,
similar to the Nixon and Agnew railroading. The players behind
the scenes laid the groundwork for setting them up like bowling
pins, only to be knocked down once they had served the purpose
of smiling benignly as the shakers and movers drove the final
nail in the coffin of democracy by getting the line-item veto
passed.

Once this was done, most of the substructure was then in place
for bringing in the new millennium with a New World Order, compliments
of Josef Goebbels, George Bush, and a Dictator To Be Named Later
(Monty Cantsin?).
There were already non-elected Committees and Commissions in place
that had the power to arbitrarily enact the draconian measures
that had been pre-approved in order to deal with the National
Security Emergencies that were already on the drawing boards,
waiting only for all of the pieces to fall in place.

The last decade of the millennium was mostly used for fine-tuning
all of the parts of the maleficent machines that had been created
and developed for the purpose of providing the physical tools
necessary for instituting a worldwide dictatorship of the Evil
One across the face of the earth. 

The mass media had been co-opted and brought under control,
now being basically a press-release arm of the government and
corporations, through the influence of powerful figures who pulled
their strings from the shadows above them.
Once the control of the media had been confirmed during Desert
Storm, the process of consolidating that control proceeded rapidly.
The government had given those on the growing InterNet a fairly
free rein, in order to let them remain a large enough threat to
the established, mainstream media, that the government could seal
their lips and their loyalty with a fifty billion dollar digital
bandwidth giveaway that would ensure their financial stability
and dominance in the technology of the future.

Little did even the press, let alone the public, know that
the import of the digital bandwidth placed in the hands of the
established media was much greater than it appeared on the surface.
The government already had the technology in place to turn the
digital airwaves into the InterNet technology of the future. 

By the time that the new technologies developed in the government's
underground laboratories around the world were revealed to the
public as 'new' breakthroughs, they had invariably already been
in use for years by the secret government's agents.
(Like the radar that can see through walls, being 'announced'
as a new technology developed at Lawrence Livermore Labs. CypherPunk
Kent Crispin had known about its existence for years, having used
it extensively himself-not that he didn't trust his wife...)

The World Wide Web was completely under control of the military,
having been carefully woven under the watchful eyes of DARPA,
who preferred to centralize development of the WWW under CERN,
in Europe, in order to get around sticky US laws regarding privacy
and freedom. They could move pawns, shills and agents, such as
Tim Berners-Lee, Ben Segal, and Phillip Hallam-Baker back and
forth between CERN, MIT, and other openly clandestine institutions
which served to host the distributed network of quasi-military
secret agents supporting the grand designs of Gomez and the Dark
Allies.
The world at large would little notice that the development of
the technology behind the Digital Revolution lie in the same hands
as the development of the atomic bomb and nuclear energy. The
military, high-security scientists, secret committees and clandestine
intelligence organizations-with a background of spooks, spies,
and assorted secret societies and their agents, all having their
strings pulled by Puppet Masters who remained unknown behind the
scenes that were being played out on the stage of everyday reality.

Those who cheered the 'failure' of the Clipper Chip, the 'victory'
of the Bernstein ruling, or the 'defeat' of the CDA, little realized
that these were merely diversionary maneuvers for the real battles
which were taking place in the background, between those who were
participating in an underground war which was for 'all the marbles.'

Like the battles over the intricate details of what types of 'legal'
wiretapping would or would not be 'allowed' by the laws of society,
the openly fought battles over freedom and privacy were being
waged only for the purposes of defining the virtual reality of
a world view which was actually based on an underlying 'operating
system' which was hidden from the view of the 'average user.'

While anti-trust battles were openly being waged with the likes
of Microsoft and Intel, the real deals were being cut in the secret
meetings between the movers and shakers who could say, "Let
there be back doors:" and there would be back doors.

While Jane and Joe Normal were playing with their Graphical
User Interfaces, the operating system of the underlying reality
was being defined, manipulated and controlled by those in the
subterranean layers of their Digital Society-by those with access
to the 'Command Line.'

The 'Above-Ground Players' were working a virtual theater in
which the battles they were fighting on the public stage had already
been won by the Authors of the scripts, who remained in the background,
already knowing how the Grand Play would come to an end, in its
final scene.
Except for the 'Baker Street Irregulars'...


The CypherPunks had recognized the final challenge being thrown
down by those playing on the outer stage of reality.

"The Feds have shown their hand: they want a ban on
domestic cryptography"
Tim C. May's weather-vane signature line pointed out that
a new game was afoot.

What even most of the CypherPunks failed to realize, however,
was the timing of the announced intention to begin enforcement
of the draconian measures being proposed by Lying Fuck Louis Freeh
('eLFeLF' to his friends.)
1999...

Why 1999?

Can you say "Taxes."? Sure you can.


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