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DECODING....DONE!

From:GSS Linusgrad,Union of Penguinitic GNUist Republics Interdimensional Naval Corps.
To:Orbital Outpost "Mir",LEO,Probable Dimension 589431068109.
Subject:Upcomming Plans...and stop posting to Slashdot you moron!

Greetings Comrade,
We appreciate with much gratitude the maps provided for us of Holland,Michigan.We shall use them to plan the instalation of intelligence equipment throughout the town to monitor the activities of all employees of Andover,as they are all possibly connected to the Rob Malda Conspiracy.
DO NOT,we repeat,DO NOT use your "laser" on the Andover HQ,as these geeks may be able to provide us with a useful foothold in this dimension's Open-Source community.Also,inform our contacts with the Sayans and tell them that we shall not be needing their assistance,and tell that idiot Fajita to shut the fsck up.
Also,the rumors that the moon had been anhilated by some fellow named "pikohlow" or something are just that...rumors.Our lunar base,despite evil American Corperate interference,is still intact and constructing vessels for our great fleet.
Continue to monitor the radio sohw "Geeks in Space" to ensure that we continue to recieve information about this world.And watch what your posting on their forum named "Slashdot",you idiot.You might unintentionaly reveal our plans!

That's all for now Comrade.Carry on.
END TRANSMISSION 731 FROM GSS LINUSGRAD TO ORBITAL OUTPOST "MIR",VIA UPGR VAST SPY NETWORK.THERE IS NO CONSPIRACY(TM)
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Ab Lincoln?Is that his brother with the washboard stomach?Just like to point that out.

Nope,never heard of it.Then again,I don't write conspiracy theories very often,partly because I'm too busy writing,editing,and publishing The Red Star(A fake newspaper.I'd like you to come up with a conspiracy revolving around the name.I dare you.)to write CTs,but mostly because There Is No Conspiracy(tm).

Just my US$0.02

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...contains no product placements.However,it DOES contain website placements!hahaha!
Visit the UPGR
Laugh at Humorix
Buy cool Linux stuff at Linux Mall
Get free software at FreshMeat
And of course,a reciprocal link!
I'd like to see any of the major TV networks work that many open-source website placements into one paragraph.Then again,it's probably already happened.
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all we need to know is wheather or not Jesse Berst is really an advanced VBScript (yes I KNOW that's an oxymoron...) running on ZDNet's NT4 server.



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But does it run apache?A linux server is really good if it runs Apache.


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I'm reffering to the cracks made in the papers which dub him "King George".Plus,He's running virtually unopposed as the Republican candidate (alan keys has very little chance against W) and many don't like Gore as they would hate a continuation of the Clinton-Gore line.And while W may not "give a rat's ass" about MS,BillyBorg cares a bunch if W gets elected(which is why Billy sent this faux letter)...W stands for smaller government that leaves business alone...something Gates is quite concerned with.


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To:George W. Bush Coronation Headquarters
From:William Gates III

I'm beginning to come under serious pressure you idiot!These rediculous anti-trust laws are breaking my back.I've wired along a few billion dollars to help speed up your upcomming coronation.I don't care what it takes...kill Gore if need be,everyone hates him as much as those Linux-commies hate you.Buy congress.I don't care!Stop those commies in the Dept. of Justice and make it snappy...my stock options are depending on you!


-Secret BillyBorg(tm) Bank Info snipped so comradePenguin doesn't go to jail-


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I'm a HS senior. I had a semi-normal early childhood. People stopped talking to me around the third grade, I came home from school crying a lot. Middle school was awful. Nobody talked to me, this fat kid beat me up, and the only girl I could work up the courage to talk to treated me like I had ebola.

First two years of high school: I sat at a table alone (well, first half of freshman year there was a geek table, but all the geeks vanished for parts unknown) until I started to talk to people again towards the end of my junior year.

I have a place at a lunch table, but I still don't talk much. I sometimes ask myself why I bother. But I sit there, every day. I _should_ be at that table -- the valedictorian is there, the people who don't do drugs and try to succeed are there, but I don't belong. The other end of the cafeteria houses the delinquents, who listen to some of the same music, don't pull a shocked expression when I tell them that I got sloshed over the weekend, and won't slap me for swearing. (Figuratively. Physical violence is _so_ proletarian.) But I don't belong with them either.

I have a reputation for being clever, mostly because I do well on standardized testing. But I have weakness. Oh, the weakness. I'm meek as can be, but I pissed off the wrong people in March of my sophomore year. Luckily, they were a grade ahead of me, but a year and a half of constantly looking over my shoulder was enough to probably scar me for the forseeable future. I still get nervous when I'm on foot and hear a car approaching from behind. That time, a year and a half, was my personal darkest hour. The hick behind me in one class offered to buy me an assassin. (He's a habitual liar, of course, but that kind of thinking didn't enter into my mind.) I told him I wanted it. And that was my moment of weakness, my absolute lowest point.

If I had refrained from violence, it was from fear. Those two boys had no fear. They sensed their own doom and made the most of it.

I thought I sensed my own doom. But the troublemakers were shipped off to delinquent school. I have a girlfriend (I didn't see the point in it before, but it's the greatest damn thing in the world.) I have self-confidence. (Sort of. My people skills still aren't entirely up to snuff -- when I'm outgoing, it's forced. But at least I _want_ to be sociable.)

I can understand the hopelessness and abject pain those boys were in. And there were times when the only thing stopping me from violence was my own weakness.

I see an unspoken thread in the posts, and I say it here, aloud. I am not so different from those two boys. Insanity? A word to say 'hey, that's not me, never me.'

And the racism? There's not nice way to put this. Ethnic people (if you don't check 'white' on the survey card, you're ethnic) in my town are recvent immigrants. The vast majority live in the projects. And are poor. And have no future. And become bullies. It's a small leap to associate dark skin with that behavior when it's constantly reinforced.

And the slaying of people who were debatably innocent of the whole abuse-thing? Not to say that bully-murder should be legal, it just doesn't make any _sense_ to kill random people. Or does it? If the pain is so great that the entire world seems to be arrayed against you, is it that hard to understand?

It seems ridiculous to say this. I read the bios of the slain, I feel a pit in my stomach. But then I remember diving behind a hedge in terror two years ago, and I understand. If you haven't been there, you can't.

Whew. Personal. Yowch. I'm gonna go to sleep now. Mail if I seemed insightful.

-grendel drago

we sow the seeds of our own destruction.

be like me, read stupidmovies.