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On Thu, Apr 7, 2016 at 6:54 PM, <[email protected]> wrote: > Send cypherpunks mailing list submissions to > [email protected] > > To subscribe or unsubscribe via the World Wide Web, visit > https://cpunks.org/mailman/listinfo/cypherpunks > or, via email, send a message with subject or body 'help' to > [email protected] > > You can reach the person managing the list at > [email protected] > > When replying, please edit your Subject line so it is more specific > than "Re: Contents of cypherpunks digest..." > > > Today's Topics: > > 1. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Xer0Dynamite) > 2. Re: The Panama Papers: If you thought Snowden's Leaks were a > 'limited hangout' then... (Zenaan Harkness) > 3. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Zenaan Harkness) > 4. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Xer0Dynamite) > 5. RE: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation > (Peter Gutmann) > 6. Austrian military chief displays subtly rebellious attitude - > America cringes (Zenaan Harkness) > 7. Re: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Rayzer) > > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------- > > Message: 1 > Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 18:28:52 -0500 > From: Xer0Dynamite <[email protected]> > To: I <[email protected]> > Cc: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation > Message-ID: > <CAMjeLr_5F4m9S3f_9F= > [email protected]> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 > > On 4/6/16, I <[email protected]> wrote: > > "I've seen prisons."!! > > Sorry. I should have been more clear. I've been assaulted three > times by police fighting for justice in America. I've seen them on > the inside. I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in > order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW. > > They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view, > but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor. > > There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America. But > nearly everyone you report to is complicit. They are not victims. > They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone. Why should > they fight for those with no voice? (That's the question I had to > answer -- and ANSWERED.) > > \0xD > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 2 > Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 23:34:43 +0000 > From: Zenaan Harkness <[email protected]> > To: Cypherpunks <[email protected]> > Subject: Re: The Panama Papers: If you thought Snowden's Leaks were a > 'limited hangout' then... > Message-ID: > < > caosgnsrvvk2yvnttzf739t7nvlbku2ruudlj3lvfd1bokk+...@mail.gmail.com> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 > > On 4/4/16, Rayzer <[email protected]> wrote: > > rysiek wrote: > >> Dnia poniedziałek, 4 kwietnia 2016 10:40:18 CEST Georgi Guninski pisze: > >>> On Sun, Apr 03, 2016 at 09:13:30PM -0400, grarpamp wrote: > >>>> http://panamapapers.sueddeutsche.de/en/ > >>>> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panama_Papers > >>>> The Panama Papers is a news leak of confidential documents from an > >>>> offshore tax haven originating from the Panamanian law firm Mossack > >>>> Fonseca. > >>> What is the main point? > >>> > >>> The law is written by the rich for the rich. > >>> > >>> I suspect a lot of laws have subtle workarounds for "optimizing taxes" > >>> and worse stuff. > >>> > >>> What other consequences this may have except to show someone broke > local > >>> laws and have more virtual money than expected? > >> You're right, none. I suggest you don't read it, ignore it, and hence > make > >> > >> your prophecy self-fulfilling. It will give you a warm fuzzy feeling > >> inside, > >> I'm sure. :) > >> > >> For the rest of you that might be interested, here's another source: > >> https://www.occrp.org/en/panamapapers/ > >> > > > > About your Panama Papers ... Brought to you by US intelligence agencies > > with special thank to the "International Consortium of Investigative > > Journalists" (ICIJ), which Pepe Escobar notes is funded by the "Center > > for Public Integrity"... IOW: > > > > "...the Ford Foundation, Carnegie Endowment, Rockefeller Family Fund, > > Kellogg Foundation and the Soros racket" > > > > > > One of his commenters: > > > > "The Panama Papers are the exact kind of weaponized Psyops posing as an > > 'activist leak' I wanted to see from Hybrid Warfare." > > > > > > THE ULTIMATE LIMITED HANGOUT LEAK > > > > Put on your Panama hat and dance the leak. > > > > And if you believe in the integrity of the "International Consortium > > of Investigative Journalists" (ICIJ), I got a made in Shenzhen > > Panama hat to sell ya. > > > > I never was, and never will be, a member of this racket; well, > > people asked me, and I'm answering. > > > > The ICIJ gets its cash and its "organizational procedure" via the > > Exceptionalistan-based Center for Public Integrity. The money comes > > from: Ford Foundation, Carnegie Endowment, Rockefeller Faimly Fund, > > Kellogg Foundation and the Soros racket. > > > > This alleged most massive leak ever was obtained by - what else - US > > intel. > > > > But the REAL leak will never be known. Even the uber-pathetic > > Grauniad admitted, on the record, that "much of the leaked material > > will remain private". > > > > Why? Because it DIRECTLY implicates a gaggle of Western > > 0.00000000001% multibillionaires and corporations. All of them play > > the offshore casino game. > > > > > > https://www.facebook.com/pepe.escobar.77377/posts/10154027375976678 > > https://www.facebook.com/pepe.escobar.77377/posts/10154027598731678 > > Pepe's article not on Facebook version: > > http://russia-insider.com/en/dance-panama-papers-limited-hangout-leak/ri13765 > > Well, at least clear directions for those with a genuine intent to > infiltrate and leak^B^B^B<ahem> axe to grind... don't wink now. > > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 3 > Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 23:46:40 +0000 > From: Zenaan Harkness <[email protected]> > To: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation > Message-ID: > < > caosgnsqkfri3q_fqkzuxam6gqdm2hxaw_+vnwnpsvdu7lyo...@mail.gmail.com> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 > > On 4/6/16, Xer0Dynamite <[email protected]> wrote: > > On 4/6/16, I <[email protected]> wrote: > >> "I've seen prisons."!! > > > > Sorry. I should have been more clear. I've been assaulted three > > times by police fighting for justice in America. > > Ahh, those American police, fighting for justice like the rest of us > should be. What great examples they set. > > > > I've seen them on the inside. > > Male or female police? > > > > I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in > > order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW. > > Just as well you've clarified the basis of such MASTERY WITH > CAPITALISATIONS, MAKES IT REALLY CLEAR FOR ME AT LEAST, PROBABLY FOR > OTHERS TOO. > > > > They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view, > > but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor. > > I agree with you, but it can be bloody tough getting to the point of > remaining in one's center in the face of the blatant corruption and > psychological attacks of a Magistrate or "judge". > > > > There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America. But > > nearly everyone you report to is complicit. They are not victims. > > They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone. Why should > > they fight for those with no voice? (That's the question I had to > > answer -- and ANSWERED.) > > Very good, perhaps would be useful to share some of your successes > with the rest of us. Yes, there's a whole movement which can be > googled, but I'm responding to you raising specific and personal > events - many of us are interested in actual events, in particular > successes, not hearsay. > > Regards, > Zenaan > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 4 > Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 19:04:43 -0500 > From: Xer0Dynamite <[email protected]> > To: Zenaan Harkness <[email protected]> > Cc: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation > Message-ID: > < > camjelr9unhypxoc5uy3hn4-urypaof_7a-38w1kh+zsxyoq...@mail.gmail.com> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 > > > Ahh, those American police, fighting for justice like the rest of us > > should be. What great examples they set. > > Agreed, but remember not only are they only 1 branch of the US > government, if they're acting without the authority and direction of > the ELECTED executive, you are at a better legal position than they. > > >> I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in > >> order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW. > > > > Just as well you've clarified the basis of such MASTERY WITH > > CAPITALISATIONS, MAKES IT REALLY CLEAR FOR ME AT LEAST, PROBABLY FOR > > OTHERS TOO. > > Hey, my VT220 doesn't allow italics. And it's simpler to hold down > the shift key when typing than searching for asteriks. > > >> They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view, > >> but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor. > > > > I agree with you, but it can be bloody tough getting to the point of > > remaining in one's center in the face of the blatant corruption and > > psychological attacks of a Magistrate or "judge". > > Remaining in one's center yes. Blatant corruption by a Judge, show > me. Most every time people are victims to Judges who expect certain > kinds of proceedings that decades of lawyers have spoiled them with. > You have to remind them that it's a gov't of the People, not lawyers. > > >> There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America. But > >> nearly everyone you report to is complicit. They are not victims. > >> They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone. Why should > >> they fight for those with no voice? (That's the question I had to > >> answer -- and ANSWERED.) > > > > Very good, perhaps would be useful to share some of your successes > > with the rest of us. Yes, there's a whole movement which can be > > googled, but I'm responding to you raising specific and personal > > events - many of us are interested in actual events, in particular > > successes, not hearsay. > > Well I'm responding also to the idea that people are victims, they are > not. They are usually complicit actors and beneficiaries of the > SYSTEM. My personal story is too complex about how a taser shredded > my immune system so that now I can hardly fight for anything due to > the clinical depression. > > Marxos > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 5 > Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 05:12:11 +0000 > From: Peter Gutmann <[email protected]> > To: I <[email protected]>, "[email protected]" > <[email protected]> > Subject: RE: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation > Message-ID: > < > 9a043f3cf02cd34c8e74ac1594475c73f4c3b...@uxcn10-tdc05.uoa.auckland.ac.nz> > > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" > > >"I've seen prisons."!! > > I've seen troopships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. > > Peter. > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 6 > Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 08:26:33 +0000 > From: Zenaan Harkness <[email protected]> > To: [email protected] > Subject: Austrian military chief displays subtly rebellious attitude - > America cringes > Message-ID: > < > caosgnsq3zd83rscqympvgfzxjuvjuaawd0i6tcniz2gk7-t...@mail.gmail.com> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 > > Can't quite call him punk, yet. > > https://www.rt.com/news/338641-russia-austria-cooperation-military/ > 'Russia closer to Austria than other major world powers' - head of > Austrian General Staff in Moscow > Published time: 6 Apr, 2016 12:46 > " > Vienna’s top military figure noted that one of the reasons for his > visit to the Russian capital was to disobey others’ orders. > “I’m not going to carry out instructions and follow orders on who's > worth talking to and who's not. That’s exactly the reason why I > decided to pay you a visit,” Austrian General Staff Lieutenant-General > Othmar Commenda said at a meeting with the chief of Russia's General > Staff, First Deputy Defense Minister Valery Gerasimov. > " > > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 7 > Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 08:53:57 -0700 > From: Rayzer <[email protected]> > To: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation > Message-ID: <[email protected]> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf-8" > > Peter Gutmann wrote: > >> "I've seen prisons."!! > > I've seen troopships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. > > > > Peter. > > > > > > I've seen: "...bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with mother > finally ******," > > I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving > hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at > dawn looking for an angry fix, > > ...angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection > to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and > tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural > darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities > contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El > and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, > who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating > Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were > expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on > the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in > underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the > Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards > returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who > ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, > death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, > with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless > balls, incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning > in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating > all the motionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of > halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the > rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking > traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring > winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of > mind, who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from > Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and > children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered > bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo, > who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and > sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, > listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who talked > continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to > museum to the Brooklyn Bridge, a lost battalion of platonic > conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off > windowsills off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking > screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and > eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars, whole > intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with > brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement, who > vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous > picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall, suffering Eastern sweats > and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under > junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room, who wandered > around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where > to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in > boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms > in grandfather night, who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross > telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated > at their feet in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho > seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, > who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in > supernatural ecstasy, who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of > Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown > rain, who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz > or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse > about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to > Africa, who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind > nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry > scattered in fireplace Chicago, who reappeared on the West Coast > investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes > sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets, who > burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco > haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in > Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos > wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry > also wailed, who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and > trembling before the machinery of other skeletons, who bit > detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for > committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and > intoxication, who howled on their knees in the subway and were > dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts, who let > themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and > screamed with joy, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, > the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, who balled in > the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public > parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come > who may, who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a > sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked > angel came to pierce them with a sword, who lost their loveboys to > the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual > dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one > eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the > intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom, who copulated > ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package > of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the > floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision > of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness, > who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the > sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the > snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in > the lake, who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen > night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of > Denver—joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty > lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’ rickety rows, on mountaintops > in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely > petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of > johns, & hometown alleys too, who faded out in vast sordid movies, > were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked > themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and > horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment > offices, who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the > snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a > room full of steam-heat and opium, who created great suicidal dramas > on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blur > floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in > oblivion, who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the > crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery, who wept at the > romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad > music, who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, > and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts, who coughed on the > sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky > surrounded by orange crates of theology, who scribbled all night > rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow > morning were stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung > heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable > kingdom, who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an > egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for > Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every > day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times > successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique > stores where they thought they were growing old and cried, who were > burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid > blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments > of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of > advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or > were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, who > jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked > away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup > alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer, who sang out of > their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in > the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, > danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of > nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw > up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the > blast of colossal steamwhistles, who barreled down the highways of > the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude > watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry > seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision > or he had a vision to find out Eternity, who journeyed to Denver, > who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who > watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went > away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, > who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each > other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated > its hair for a second, who crashed through their minds in jail > waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of > reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz, who > retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender > Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black > locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or > grave, who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & > were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury, who threw > potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented > themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads > and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy, > and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol > electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong > & amnesia, who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic > pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia, returning years later > truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the > visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East, > Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering > with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight > solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, > bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with mother finally > ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement > window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone > slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied > down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose > twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, > nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination— ah, Carl, while > you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total > animal soup of time— and who therefore ran through the icy streets > obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the > ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane, who > dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images > juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual > images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of > consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens > Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose > and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with > shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm > of thought in his naked and endless head, the madman bum and angel > beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to > say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly > clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the > suffering of America’s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma > lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the > last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out > of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years. > > > End Stanza I > > Howl By Allen Ginsberg > > For Carl Solomon > > http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179381 > > > -- > RR > "Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential > trouble-makers ... 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