From: nobody@REPLAY.COM (Anonymous)
To: cypherpunks@toad.com
Message Hash: e50d79360a0a8d2acc1c2691dc1dabf8900b303d917ee5eadccf54670a2e97b1
Message ID: <199802170151.CAA08654@basement.replay.com>
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UTC Datetime: 1998-02-17 01:52:22 UTC
Raw Date: Mon, 16 Feb 1998 17:52:22 -0800 (PST)
From: nobody@REPLAY.COM (Anonymous)
Date: Mon, 16 Feb 1998 17:52:22 -0800 (PST)
To: cypherpunks@toad.com
Subject: We've been found out
Message-ID: <199802170151.CAA08654@basement.replay.com>
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Damn! I thought we had everyone fooled.
Some pissant wrote:
Death of a Legend / The Truth About the CypherPunks:
The CypherPunks have long been renowned as standing at the bleeding edge
of
the burdgeoning computer technology which is rapidly changing the face
of our
planet and the governmental, civil, and social societies encompassed
within
this celestial orb.
Harbingers of the Digital Future / Pioneers of Future Technology / etc.,
etc.
Bullshit...
The CypherPunks are rag-tag band of infantile, pseudo-anarchistic,
pseudo-
cryptic, well-educated shit-disturbers who take great pleasure in
pissing on
themselves, each other, and the world around them--all the while,
covering
their motivations and ambitions with high-sounding ideals intended to
disguise
the fact that none of them ever received proper toilet-training.
The end result?
No matter how high they pile it, how far they spread it, or how badly it
smells when you step in it, they end up coming off as the Henry
Kissinger's
of CyberSpace, because no matter how much rotten meat, jalapenos and
moldy
cheese they eat, they can never manage to crap out anything so vile and
foul-
smelling that the world-at-large cannot prove prophetic in MeatSpace.
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