Melody
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No, not a ROM hacker. That's a only a fragment of the 'hacker' calling. Not to be taken lightly no, but that isn't what I am attracted to. I invite ROM hackers as well as I do anyone else to partake of this.
Comments Allowed. Rudeness Prohibited. Feeble attempts at insults, insults in general or anything non-topical will be deleted. You may express yourself freely, however understand that I strictly enforce PC rules. Equally. Without remorse or leniency. Not that I'd ever ban anyone if I could...unless they became a real problem. Just that I find solutions like deletion better. I don't like keeping comments closed or moderated yet some folks force me to do so. Is that really fair to my kinder readers? No not really.
Oh by the way; no refuting the title of this entry under any circumstances. If you disagree...well that's too bad, nothing you can say will change the fact. I am a mover. I am a shaker. Hear me roar.
Know that I post this not just for myself. I'm not that selfish, nor self-absorbed. I post it, so that newer generations and members can hear the manifesto. So they can grow to accept it if they choose, or ignore it otherwise. It is their choice. In part, this too is just more non-violent resistance. What am I resisting? I shall not say, for if you really DON'T know...then you must learn for yourself.
I applaud the growth of this site. I hiss at some of the regulations which are a knee-jerk reaction to such growth. However I understand it is all part of growing pains. The direction this site takes is up to it's users. May this manifesto give inspiration to the downtrodden, the beaten, the damned, the condemned and rejects from all aspects of life, be they online or offline.
The Hacker Manifesto
by
+++The Mentor+++
Written January 8, 1986
(from http://www.mithral.com/~beberg/manifesto.html)
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.
The markup and formatting isn't faithful to the original, this is why the original is linked. The formatting provides emphasis where I wish to emphasize.
Comments Allowed. Rudeness Prohibited. Feeble attempts at insults, insults in general or anything non-topical will be deleted. You may express yourself freely, however understand that I strictly enforce PC rules. Equally. Without remorse or leniency. Not that I'd ever ban anyone if I could...unless they became a real problem. Just that I find solutions like deletion better. I don't like keeping comments closed or moderated yet some folks force me to do so. Is that really fair to my kinder readers? No not really.
Oh by the way; no refuting the title of this entry under any circumstances. If you disagree...well that's too bad, nothing you can say will change the fact. I am a mover. I am a shaker. Hear me roar.
Know that I post this not just for myself. I'm not that selfish, nor self-absorbed. I post it, so that newer generations and members can hear the manifesto. So they can grow to accept it if they choose, or ignore it otherwise. It is their choice. In part, this too is just more non-violent resistance. What am I resisting? I shall not say, for if you really DON'T know...then you must learn for yourself.
I applaud the growth of this site. I hiss at some of the regulations which are a knee-jerk reaction to such growth. However I understand it is all part of growing pains. The direction this site takes is up to it's users. May this manifesto give inspiration to the downtrodden, the beaten, the damned, the condemned and rejects from all aspects of life, be they online or offline.
The Hacker Manifesto
by
+++The Mentor+++
Written January 8, 1986
(from http://www.mithral.com/~beberg/manifesto.html)
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.
The markup and formatting isn't faithful to the original, this is why the original is linked. The formatting provides emphasis where I wish to emphasize.
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