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Did The UK Police Hire Foreigners To Hack Hundreds of Activists? (bbc.co.uk)
Big Hairy Ian shared this story from the BBC:
Undercover counter-extremism officers used hackers in India to access the emails of journalists and environmental activists, it has been claimed... The Independent Police Complaints Commission said it had received an anonymous letter, which alleged covert officers from the Metropolitan Police's National Domestic Extremism and Disorder Intelligence Unit contacted Indian police officers for help to enlist hackers. The letter alleges the hackers accessed the email accounts of hundreds of people, including members of political and environmental pressure groups and journalists.
"The letter said the monitoring included the 'email accounts of radical journalists who reported on activist protests (as well as sympathetic photographers) including at least two employed by the Guardian newspaper,'" the Guardian reports, adding that the letter provided the names of 10 campaigners -- and the passwords for their accounts.
"The letter said the monitoring included the 'email accounts of radical journalists who reported on activist protests (as well as sympathetic photographers) including at least two employed by the Guardian newspaper,'" the Guardian reports, adding that the letter provided the names of 10 campaigners -- and the passwords for their accounts.
Oh my, there has to be an Indian Outsourcing joke here someplace. But seriously, without the letter to the Guardian, if this was discovered "Metropolitan Police's National Domestic Extremism and Disorder Intelligence Unit" would probably put forth some "plausible deniability" story - "It wasn't us! Must have been those pesky Russians again..."
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I thought "5 Eyes"/UKUSA meant that the Brits would just politely ask the NSA, who -- naturally -- know everything about everybody.
Maybe privacy activists (the same ones who were sure that they'd get thrown in Gitmo) are full of crap.
"I don't know, therefore Aliens" Wafflebox1
by accident. bob's your uncle and all that.
This sort of "outsourcing" of illegal information gathering activities has been going on for years. GCHQ has the NSA spying on the Brits. GCHQ spies on the Yankees. The Cannucks are spying on the Aussies and the Aussies are spying on the Cannucks. Meanwhile the Kiwis are all pissed because no one gives a shit about what goes on in New Zealand.
For a country like America who gave the crown a fat middle finger, the level of coziness today should unnerve everyone.
I am 100% british (I love spotted dick!) and can say with confidence total that this story is the false news.
This story isn't on the BBC UK site yet. Interesting, I wonder if it ever will be?
They did not. This is false news planted by transexuals.
When a government ignores its own laws, the law loses its authority. When the law loses its authority, lawlessness begins to emerge.
Anons need not reply. Questions end with a question mark.
Given that only 36 percent of Indian coders can write compilable code, what makes anyone think they can hack e-mail? For that matter, they haven't been able to become convincing telephone scammers either. I call B.S.
So, basically, the UK is following the lead of the USS... I mean the USA... in having an agency illegally monitor internal political dissenters?
"Did The UK Police Hire Foreigners To Hack Hundreds of Activists?"
Answer: Probably.
(Yes, yes, I know Betteridge's Law says the answer is "No", but I'm allowing a little leeway this time. Deal with it.)
Just cruising through this digital world at 33 1/3 rpm...
that means, this info was approved to be published by bbc.
..."Jesus fuck!" and "Motherfucker!" are among things I said out loud while reading the summary. Why can't intelligence and law enforcement resist becoming the Stasi? Why do they always target innocent protesters for illegal surveillance?
"When information is power, privacy is freedom" - Jah-Wren Ryel
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Mom and I had been alone since my father died when I was 9 and since then, she hadn’t dated much. Actually, I don’t remember her dating at all until Trey came along. I’m certain that she grieved for my dad for way too long, which explains my extreme happiness when my mom came home from work one day and informed me that she had met a new man.
I remember that day vividly because I was always concerned that my mom would be alone for the rest of her life. Now, I should explain that my mom wasn’t ugly or a bitch or anything. In fact, she was (and still is) quite beautiful and nice, and many younger men asked out my mom during this time, not realizing that she was already in her mid-30’s. The fact that she frequently exercised in order to maintain her cute body helped attract a fair amount of men. And her long, wavy, golden blonde hair, large breasts, flat stomach, and flawless complexion probably worked to her advantage as well (characteristics I am proud to say I inherited, although I am a bit shorter than her at 5’4”). I remember occasionally, some people thinking my mom was my older sister, which, of course, always made my mom’s day.
Anyway, my mom had been fixed up with Trey, a (cough) used car salesman, by one of her married friends. I remember thinking what a curious match for her- a used car salesman. Since my mom is a lawyer, I always figured someone with more education would be most ideal for her.
Anyway, my mom and Trey had already gone out on a few dates and she wanted me to meet him that next Saturday night. Mom seemed quite excited about Trey and I was anxious to meet him. Perhaps our blind optimism contributed to the chaos that followed. I’m not sure. But I can say that our lives were never the same after Trey entered our lives.
***
Saturday night finally arrived and it was refreshing to see my Mom all made up for her date. She kept asking me for make-up and clothing advice and for once, I felt like the parent in our relationship. By the time Trey rang the doorbell, I can honestly say that my mom looked hot.
I was sitting in the living room, watching television when I heard my mom open the front door and greet Trey.
“You look fantastic, Linda!” a loud, masculine voice came from the hallway.
“Thank-you,” I heard my mom answer. “Come I want you to meet my daughter.” I could tell from the way she spoke that she was embarrassed by his compliment.
My mom subsequently led Trey into the living room. A handsome man, Trey stood about 6’2”, with short, dark hair, brown eyes, olive complexion, and a muscular build. With his thick, dark mustache, he sort of resembled Tom Selleck, I thought. He looked about 40 years old and was dressed casually, yet stylish.
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get paid on results, not by lines of code :)
Guess they don't see what the fuck they're doing themselves
The report forgot to mention that 6/10 of the passwords checked out with the named owners.
The whistleblower wrote his/her letter in march 2017 already. Look at the articles of The Grauniad in the related articles bar towards the end. You can guess how much information will have not been shredded in between.
The cops break the law individually and as an organization, and get away with it because the law is set up so that the cops may break it at will.
Giving a laundry list of login and passwords to Indian subcontractors seems the way to go.
I am quite sure with the Indian famous ethic of works nobody will have problems of stolen id, or money stolen.
Aren't they all foreigners over there?
Because that's been the FBI's purpose from day one. It came out of the Palmer Raids, a government assault on unions and leftists. Suppressing the left by any means necessary has always been the primary purpose of the FBI. Intelligence agencies are no more about protecting Americans than cops are about establishing justice. Their true purpose is order. Specifically, a right-wing capitalist order.
Those Indian haxers are da shit. Best watch your Hotmail and AOL accounts.