I Was a Cybercrook for the FBI
Hoi Polloi writes "Wired News has a series starting on internet crime. The first piece they have up covers the story of a cybercrook who specialized in credit card fraud. Caught in a sting operation in November of 2002, the man who identified himself as 'El Mariachi' on message boards would lead a double life for the next two years working for the FBI. As he reported on credit card scammers, dodged his former associates, and stopped criminals from defrauding the 2004 presidential campaign, he also tried to keep his life together. A fascinating tale that looks at the face of modern crime, and crime-stopping techniques."
FTFA Footnotes "The logs appear to be legitimate but Wired News was unable to verify that they were recorded on behalf of the FBI or that they were unaltered by Thomas."
Translation: this guy made it all up and sold his story to Wired, the Weekly World News for techies.
- None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license. -- John Milton
Resentful of the control? C'mon, man, you didn't do a day in the slammer, and they could've locked you up tight. So, instead, you're basically outing the russian mafia?
Right then. Good luck, it's been nice knowing you.
Interesting article, but I call BS.
in other news, sales of Polonium-210 reached a record high today. Details at 11.
Jim? Jim diGriz? Is that you?
We are the Borg...
1. Plant a story in Wired about crook going light side, becoming famous
2. Script kiddies apply for FBI jobs en masse
3. Busted!
Tsunami -- You can't bring a good wave down!
Unfortunately, this is true of all crime: the scarce resources of law enforcement are generally allocated to the relatively small number of big crimes, while the much larger number of petty crimes are often left untouched. I'd guess that this is particularly true of cybercrime, where the law enforcement resources are more scarce, the big crimes are bigger, and the little crimes like "petty" identity theft are a drop in the bucket. Identity theft is hardly petty to the victim, however, it can ruin their finances and credit for years, and takes tremendous amounts of work to clear up, even when you are lucky enough to not get stuck with the bill.
Saturday night in my basement
Workin' for the FBI
Chattin' in a nest of bad hax0rz
Cans of Ensure piled up high
EFNet channel on a west server
Fulla lamez0rz who were doing wrong
Just about to email my G-G-Man
When my browser showed a woman's thong
A pair of double-Ds made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a big breasted woman with a web cam
From an online porno mall
I just forgot about those bad men
'Cause that big breasted woman had it all
If Nalgene water bottles are outlawed, only outlaws will have Nalgene water bottles.
In Tennessee, a guy sees a sign in front of a house: "Talking Dog for Sale."
He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.
"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the mutt replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered this gift pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the
CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running."
"The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I
signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
The owner says, "Ten dollars."
The guy says, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
The owner replies, "He's such a liar. He didn't do any of that stuff."