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  1. #1
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    Apr 2003

    Cool Ah, memories

    The Mentor's manifesto rings ever true, I can remember reading it when I was yet an infant on the net, in some archive somewhere. This statement was my first view into the world of hackerdom and showed me that hacking wasnt just some fancy GUI like on Hackers the movie. It should be updated someday, and maybe someone will.

    It expresses alot and reveals the hacker psyche uniquely, and would be an excelent tool for sorting out ones problems(not that I have any of course , lol)

    The "baby food when we desired steak" is the part I can most relate to right now. I was lucky and learned at least some basic DOS and QBasic that was "pre-chewed and tasteless", but at least it wasnt just the Mac OS <<dont remember the version #>> GUI or Windows 3.1/95 stuff that is easy as pie compared with anything else.

    I was offered QBasic and Windows, when, even though I was un-aware, I craved Linux and C/C++. (In fact I prefered Mac to Windows back then too... it was simply cooler somehow... and yes I remember the ][e days, well the tail end anyway. I made a robot move with scripts on ][e...

    Then I was introduced to HTML simply by clicking on "View->Source" in Netscape. I copied what I saw on the screen and could manipulate the browser window to do several basics from pictures to. It was sweet. The only limitations I had were my knowledge of the scripting language that I later found out was much bigger than I could imagine at that time. Why there is now DHTML, XML, XUL, JavaScript, etc.. cool, I still dont konw it all! ...yet Thanks AL.

    And I can definately feel what he means by ..."This is it... this is where I belong..."

    Finally a place where I am judged by the things that are done or said, not what I look like, how many "friends" I have, who I have on my arm...

    My status is determined by what I know, and what I share with others. I like that. "I can make it do whatever I want, and if it screws up, its my own fault. Not because the guy down the hall doesn't like my shirt, punks stole my homework, or that teacher just doesn't like my attitude." (And d*** why won't Mary go out with me?!?... lol)

    A final bit of wisdom: To quote the master - "Freely you have recieved, freely give."

    Edit: Ive only posted 9 times?? I better get some content up...
    Here's the url that started this rambling...-->http://www.phrack.org/show.php?p=7&a=3
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  2. #2
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    Apr 2003
    Another one got caught today, it's all over the school.
    "The dorky kid got caught jerking off in the girls toilets"...
    Damn nerds. They're all alike.

    But did you, in your three-piece lurex body suit and 1960's Woodstock fried acid brain,
    ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker?
    Did you ever wonder what made him sick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
    I am a hacker, enter my world...

    Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, that's why they pick on me...
    Damn geeks. They're all alike.

    I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how important personal hygiene is .
    I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't bathe this week. I don't like water..."
    Damn kid. Allergic to soap. They're all alike.

    I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool.
    It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up.

    ..Or I'm running windows.

    Not because it doesn't like me...
    Or pokes fun at me...
    Or thinks I,m creepy...
    Or wants to puke when I squeeze my zits...
    Damn kid. All he does is pick his nose. They're all alike.

    And then it happened... a door opened to a world...
    blood rushing through my weener like heroin through an addict's veins,
    an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the sexual frustrations is sought... porn is found.
    "This is it... this is where I belong..."
    I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never jerk over them again... I love you all...
    Damn kid. Using up all the tissues again. They're all alike...

    You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been sneered at at school when we hungered for friends...
    Our heads stuffed down toilets and butt whipped with towels...
    We've been dominated by big boys, and ignored by the girls.
    The few that had something to say found us strange, but those few are like drops of sand in the desert.

    This is our world now... the world of the hard-on and the bitch, the beauty of the breast.
    We make use of a service already existing, paying for what could be free , if we could get a real woman.
    and you call us geeks.
    We explore our sexuality... and you call us geeks
    We can speak fluid h4x0r... and you call us geeks.
    We exist without confidence, without friends , without charisma... and you call us geeks.
    You build nightclubs , you play football, you don't collect scripts,
    you try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the geeks.

    Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of being different.
    My crime is that of spending hours scanning for vulnerabilities , yet you tell me to get a life .
    My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never care about.
    The worm has now turned , now I'll bully you , in this techno age I am in charge.
    You are all newbies , and now I look down on you.

    I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto.
    You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
    this is kind of a funny cool version

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