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Agenda 21 for Dummies!
A Message of Hope
24 April 2014
21 April 2014
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We Got Used To Us When I scroll back through our recent days I try to understand How we could forget We made a promise to one another That nothing would ever break what we had Now we never talk when we fall apart We never talk when we fall apart We pretend we’re ok Surrounding ourselves with one-way friendships And so-called friends I know we got used to new us And I don’t want to be there I don’t want to be there Where we are I know we got used to new life And I don’t want to be there No, I don’t want to be there Where we are Silence fallen between All the doors are locked All the words unsaid And we’re still afraid of time Started to keep ourselves At a distance that we could control Not too close Not too far Now we never talk when we fall apart We just never talk when we fall apart We pretend we’re ok By filling up our inner space With little hates And so-called love I know we got used to new us And I don’t want to be there I don’t want to be there Where we are I know we got used to new life And I don’t want to be there No, I don’t want to be there Where we are So walk away with me
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Novamente, é favor abrir os olhos e ver o que se passa a volta!! Obrigado..
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The Hacker Manifesto
The following was written shortly after my arrest... (+++The Mentor+++)
\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/
Written on January 8, 1986
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
"Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal",
"Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain,
ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick,
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, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth
time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work.
I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. 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.
Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through
the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board 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 hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... We've been spoon-fed baby food at school
when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through
were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored
by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils,
but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the
beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying
for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and
you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek
after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color,
without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals.
You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us
and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal.
My crime is that of curiosity.
My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like.
My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
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.