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HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEY HEYHEYhey, hey, hey, it's ATI!HEY HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEY issue 47 April-something, 1990. Special "Yeah, We're Back and We're Bad" Issue! =========================== = info following brought = = on by a need for more = = real information =) = =========================== Wow.. Where to start. First off, I apologize for the late start. I will never let there be a gap this big in our issues again! I had a difficult semester, and such... but, from now on, ATI will be coming out every 2-3 weeks at the most! Lots of things have happened since our last issue. But the one that comes to mind at the present is the LOD/Phrack bust. At the present, we know that Knight Lightning and The Prophet have been indicted on several counts, related to the alleged theft of the Bell South Enhanced 911 (E911) program and related text files, and their subsequent release in Phrack (the offending item appeared in Phrack 24). They are expected to be tried sometime this summer. In conjunction with the indictments of KL and TP, LOD members The Mentor and Erik Bloodaxe were raided at their homes in Austin, and their equipment was confiscated. Mentor's place of employment, Steve Jackson Games (host of the Illuminati BBS) was raided, and all their computer equipment was also taken. The equipment taken may never be returned, and SJ Games estimates their losses in lost revenue and opportunities to be about $1/2 million. Jolnet, the system that TP allegedly used to transfer the E911 files to KL for editing in Phrack was also confiscated. And I have received word that indictments will be handed down within a few weeks for the Austin members of LOD. The indictments of TP and KL appeared in Pirate magazine, and the Computer Underground Digest. You may receive copies of the Computer Underground Digest, a professional online newsletter dealing with the hack/phreak/pirate world by writing to: TK0JUT2@NIU.BITNET. Tell 'em ATI sent you! (You may also obtain current or back issues of ATI thru the internet by writing to: uunet!tronsbox!akcs.groundzero and specifying what you want!) Anyway, I feel especially bad for TP, with whom I used to have some very interesting political arguments on some BBSs, most notably the Phoenix Project in its hayday back in late 88-early 89. In light of all this hullabaloo, it should be noted that TP was definitely not a subversive, on the contrary, he was rather conservative politically. Later on in this file, I will share some interesting buffers from the Phoenix Project. Now, it's time to check in with Prime and the latest edition of PAWN, Prime Anarchist World News: pawnPAWNpawnPAWNpawnPAWNpownPAWNpawnPAWNpawnPAWNpawnPAWNpawnPAWNpawnPAWNpawn THE FOREST PRIMEVAL- by el anarchisto d'el primo. 3/1/90 PRIME ANARCHIST ARRESTED. Details at a Later Date. (Court Case Pending) In 1968, Huey Newton called CA Governor Ronald Reagan a "punk" and threatened to beat him to death with a marshmallow. I suggest he's less a punk than a wimp, and imply that the marshmallow would have surely done him in on the first blow. Massachusets US Rep Joe Kennedy jumped on the bandwagon and admitted having dabbled in weed in his younger dayz. That's right. He used to smoke pot!!! Way to go, Joe. Japan owns 40% of our banking. =( Salmon Rushdie is still fearing 4 his life. They're calling Penguin Books sacriligeous. I say they're simply pro-free-press. Prime praises God 4 People like Penguin, Rushdie, and Kurt Vonnegut. Read for your life. PAT!!! Prime's Alternate Thoughts. "Thank your for abusing-- AT&T," says the recording in Oakland, CA. Someone get in there on LMOS and take that out, before we get in trouble!!! "Clean Lint Screen for Faster Drying." "Steal Lint Screen 4 Fastest Dry=-) Have nice clothes that you wanna keep that way? Button or snap them up before washing. They should come out of the dryer fine. You should only hafta press 'em once every 3 or 4 washes. (hey!!! anarchists can dress nice too) Those Darn Accordians. Do you like Beer Barrel Polka? Lady of Spain? Would you like to make large amounts of money playing a Squeeze Box in restaurants? Join your local TDA. For a Those Darn Accordians chapter near you, write TDA info center, BRO Box 7094 Groton, Ct. 06340 Mandela got released. Hmmm. And only 20 years too late. "You go through the motions of consensus: eating food from consensus cookbooks and restaurants; imbibing consensus perceptions, beliefs, and knowlege from consensus newspapers and magazines; feeling consensus feelings offered by consensus television, music, and drama; and reading poetry, fiction, and nonfiction from consensus publishers. You have become the perfect midrange road kill." Jim Harrison on food. Jim Harrison is a contributing editor of SMART magazine. POOP VAN SCOOP #1 in the #2 Business \ w\ We Pick Up o \ Where Your o \ Dog Left Off! f / ! / 389-0544 / 1 Dog, 1 cleanup/week / Cost only $11.00/month Eliminating Gross Encounters of the Turd Kind Since 1978!/* *\a real ad, I swear. LOVE ME TENDER p l a g i a r i z e d f r o m R o l l i n g S t o n e R a g M a g/* Prime has not much respect left for the New rolling stone format. He reluctantly recommends Spin, is checkin out Musician, and vouches up and down for SMART magazine. For four quarters you can go to church in the presence of "the King". At the world's first 24 hour, coin operated Church of Elvis, 219 South West Ankeny Street, Portland, Oregon. T.S.D.H.A.V. by Louden Wainright III. This Song Don't Have a Video. I just saw the video this morning. A great song. Kinda hilarious, kinda serious. Check it out. G R E E T I N G S F R O M P L A N E T E A R T H :::> This coming April, on the 22nd will be another 20th anniversary. But not anything like the 20th woodstock, 20th of SDS, or the 20th of the Chicago 8 <slash 7, or even the 220th of Haymarket!!! This one will be the real thing. A new era. A "renaissance", etc. Help out any way you can. KNOCK ON WOOD, Tap Is Back. 1990 issues of Tap are available. They come out "whenever". Look for them "around", or write to them at: TAP P.O. Box 20264 Louisville, KY 40250 They've put out issues 92 thru 98. Send a stamp for each issue you want. "...the Best Solution..." For your social engineering pleasure. NTS is National Telephone Services, Inc Customer service is at 1800-288-0606 Write: NTS, 6100 Executive Boulevard, Rockville, Maryland 20852. SUPPORT SUNY-- They've booted the CIA, and take over their admin building quite regularly, they protest just about anything you can think of, and basically, they're just an all out fun kind of group. Help em out "any way you can". (518)465-2406 is SUNY student group. More than just a college, it's a youth movement. Call em. Ask em what's up this monday. Ask em what they plan for Wall Street's Stock exchange, ask em if they're pro choice. If nothing else, ask em "what up?" I THINK the new Budweiser commercials are just fantastic. T H A N K Y O U , N . T . S . If you're ever staying at a hotel that uses NTS as their carrier (I think they're required to notify you) you'll find a pleasant treat at the end of your phone call: Mmmmmmmm... A dialtone. Yeah, that's right. Pay for your first call and then just stay on the line for your next call; then it's 1+ac+n. Have a lot of unsightly nose hairs you want to remove? Drink Everclear. One sip of non-diluted'll take out every hair from the lungs on up. A Chevy Suburban is easy to hotwire. Anyone know why? Tell us how, ok? FREE. How to Get Free Shampoo, Deodorant, Etc. (literate buffs, do you capitalize "Etc." in a title???) If you are a frequent hotel stayer, keep up on which ones give out a lot of freebies; Holiday Inns and Best Westerns are the best. Hampton, and Radisson are not. Also, if you're booking your first nite on a weekend (includes sundays) ask for "getaway rates", they're usually even better than AAAs and other discounts. THE BUG STOPS HERE by Richard Sweeny a pap, (prime anarchist production) /// Not the best written article I've found on the subject, but it's fresh and new, so I thought I'd grab it here. Are there legal remedies if your privacy is wrongfully invaded? For some time you suspected that your phone was tapped or your home or office was bugged. You had the premises inspected, and sure enough, a list- ening device was found in operation. What do you do next? Can you sue for civil damages? If the invasion of privacy occured in compliance with court order, it is unlikely that a lawsuit will be successful. If a law enforcement agency was not involved, you may be able to sue if you can prove who the guilty party is. This is where most invasion of privacy lawsuits dead end, because it is very difficult to prove ownership of a listening device, and even more difficult to prove who placed it in operation. If you are fortunate to know beyond a doubt who the guilty party is, there are several ways the snoop may have broken the law. The most obvious are: electronic eavesdropping, possesion of burglary tools, breaking and entering, respassing, possession of eavesdropping devices, bribery, furnishing false identification (impersonating a law enforcement officer), attachment of foreign devices to telephone and power lines, tampering with utility lines, and conspiracy with a client to commit any of the above. Do you suspect your phone is tapped? Fight back! Have your premises debugged by the author. Call (303)298-7766. 303-443-1910. Time and temp. for Boulder, Co (post others as you find them, ok?). "I'm-up-to-my-neck-in-manure & I-don't-know-why." "I-spent-$4000-trying-to-get-a-new-look & I-don't-know-why." A new book I propose: _Everything_I_Needed_To_Know_in_a_Texas_Oil_Field_ by George Bush. The B-52's: Good band - Always were, still are. SQUIRREL - A good computer database, if you can afford it. Gweeb (n) - fom the mod era term "goober", and the old wave ear term "dweeb". A person not liked, like a dweeb or a nerd, with an element of gooberishness added in. Oigle (sniglet) - The greasy, scummy oil buildup on the nose clip of eyeglasses. ERROR You are leaving The forest PRIMEval. There is now, NO CARRIER ! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "creative dept." First up, some humorous lyrics from Druid of Orange (201): From: DRUID OF ORANGE (#71) Date: 12/06/89 - 10:34 pm Subj: (R)Duck Fuck When I have a lonely weener, I get out my vacuum cleaner. In the close,there she sits. She's got a hole,but no tits. Gives a blowjob like no other,then cleans rugs for my mother ELECTROLUX-really sucks FILTER QUEEN-makes me cream SANITAIRE-eats me rare BLACK & DECKER-chews my pecker Girls are such a fuckin' pain,my vacuum swallows,won't complain. I pump her ose down to the bag,she deep throats & NEVER gag,sno more cum shots in my eye,cause my vacuum sucks me dry. During my last Hoover fuck,a stray bolt of lightning struck,my vacuum got supercharged,down the tube my balls discharged. I guess the suction was too strong'cause my dick's now three feet long. coming soon: Liberace Was Addicted To Crack Wasn't that special? Now, for a neat-0 story from The Mad Fishmonger: QUANTUM MIX-UP A True Story "The laws of physics have no basis in reality. They describe the operation of the human mind." Reality inverted itself, revealing the truth at the core of all these illusions. Suddenly I could see more clearly, although my eyes were closed. The world remained the same, but reality changed completely. In the background, Carl Sagan's voice droned on about trillions of trillions of stars. Everything stopped and increased in its rapidascent towards the depths of nothing. Suddenly, I was surrounded by fourty-seven trillion black cats who were both dead and alive and were therefore neither dead not alive. It all depends on which space-time continuum you happen to be in. A short, bald man approached me and asked, "What if the earth were toroidial, duo-equatorial and uni-polar?" and walked on before I could respond. Then I perceived a little bearded man in a white robe on the non- Euculidean checker-board with me, infinitely far away, but approaching. Space became time and time became space in a never-ending cycle, and the man approached. I noticed that each time he passed one of the ambiguous cats, he pointed his non-existant staff at it and read one of the infinite numbers from the parchment in his hand. As he did this, each cat disappeared but was still there. Finally the man approached me, glanced at me absent-mindedly, and began to read another number. Half way through the lengthy number, he looked up at me again with a puzzled expresion. "What are you doing here? This is Schrodinger's Cat's department. Humans are on plane #1793242123, department, um, it's slipped my mind. Ask the thing at the Information Desk. I'm going to have to complain. I've had over seventy-three billion quantum mix-ups this afternoon. They had a pink elephant in with Pavlov's Dogs. Quality control isn't getting their job done. We've had so much trouble since Heisenberg came up with his principle. What's it called?" hepondered, scratching his head with his non-existant staff. "I'm uncertain. Oh yes! That's it." Throughout his speech I couldn't get a word in edgewise, and he certainly wasn't helping to clear up any questions. As far as I could see, there were three possible explanations for what was occuring: either I was havinga really strange dream, or I was the subject of some government experiment, or there was something other than tomato juice in that tomato juice I drank last night. Finally, having collected my jumbled thoughts into another, equally jumbled state, I asked, "Who are you?" "Who am I?," he repeated with a look of genuine suprise. "Why, I'm the Eigenstate Determiner. What universe are you from?" "What do you mean 'Which Universe?' I'm in The Universe, I think .. My god .." "Yes?" he answered before I could finish. I jumped. He sure didn't look like the gaseous vertibrate alpha-male I had seen pictures of. "Oh, nothing," I responded, hoping he wouldn't zap me. Then, as an afterthough, I asked, "Say, how do I get back to Earth?" "Just go the the Information Desk and they will send you to your department where you will be assigned to an eigenstate," he answered. "Well, I've got to go," he continued. "Time is about to pass." He turned and hurried off, making more cats disappear and still be there. I realized, too late, that I had no idea where this Information Desk was located, so I began wandering randomly among the fourty seven trillion black cats. After several hours of this, Robin Hood jumped out from behind of an invisible tree. "Who goes there?" he demanded. I noted that the arrow in his bow was greatly foreshortened. "Me," I responded, wondering if my answer gave him the information he wanted. Finally , after a long pause, I asked, "Where is the Information Desk?" "Oh, you're another of the Quantum Mix-Ups, not a probability bandit. You never can tell these nano-seconds. Its right over there." He pointed behind him. There, just a few giga-parsecs in the indicated direction, was the Information Desk. I walked through the Yeti department and past a few hundred trillion Shakespears trying to duplicate the writings of a monkey typing random keys on a typewriter. Finally I got in line behind a pink elephant and seventy-three billion other very confused life forms, including a few other carbon based ones. I waited for a few eons and soon got to the front. A little green thing with a badge identifying it as a "Quantum Corrections Officer" glanced up at me. "There you are," it snapped, appearing slightly annoyed. "Well, wadaya want?" "I was just wandering if I could get back to Earth," I replied. Its three eyes peered over the tops of its spectacles. "Why should I tell you?" "Because I'm important!" I blurted out. "No you're not," it snapped back. "You are merely a character in a story. For all I know, you may not exist at all. I once had a cat with that problem. Very sad. Very sad indeed." "But I'm the main character!" I implored. "All right, all right," it conceeded, with the air of one who has been interupted from something very important. "Plane #1793242123, department #6443512, right that way. Better hurry." I started out "that way". En route I was approached by little men selling stone postcards from Crete, but they were driven away when belgian endives began raining out of the sky. Finally I could see a huge group of people in the distance. As I got closer I recognized all of them as being me. I joined them and began discussing politics, religion, water floridization, and other scandals. They seemed to be a very agreeable group of people. After quite a while my attention was caught by the little man in the robe. He was busy making other me's disappear but still be there. At first this enraged me, but soon it didn't seem like such a big deal. After all, there were nine hundred seventy-six trillion of me here. Eventually the little man approached me and began to consult his parchment. I could see what I recognized to be the Probability Wave Equations scrawled on it. "Wait a minute!" I demanded. "What are you doing?" "Measuring you," he replied, pointing his non-existant staff at me and reading off some big number. Reality uninverted itself and truth became hidden in illusions once again. My eyes were open, but I could not see clearly. The world remained the same but reality changed completely. I became aware of my physics teacher explaining the theory behind the Schrodinger's Cat paradox: "If you put a cat in a box with a device which will kill the cat at a completely random time, you don't know if the cat is alive or dead until you look in the box. According to the Probability Wave Equation, it is alive in one alternate parallel universe, and dead in another. However, the laws of Quantum Mechanics prove that, until you open the box, the cat is both dead and alive and is therefore neither dead nor alive. The only way to tell which eigenstate you are in is to look in the box. Measurement is merely a method to determine which universe you are in. --- The Mad Fishmonger aka () -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* ....random junk 12 23-FEB-1990 09:19 SCIENTIST CLAIMS GOVERNMENT WANTED CANCER REPORT ALTERED COLUMBIA, S.C. (UPI) -- THE AUTHOR OF A FEDERAL STUDY THAT REVEALED UNUSUALLY HIGH CANCER RATES AMONG WORKERS AT THE ROCKY FLATS NUCLEAR WEAPONS PLANT IN COLORADO SAID HE WAS PRESSURED TO CHANGE HIS FINDINGS BY ENERGY DEPARTMENT OFFICIALS. SCIENTIST GREGG S. WILKINSON, SPEAKING ON THE MATTER FOR THE FIRST TIME THURSDAY, TOLD A DOE ADVISORY PANEL THAT THE ATTEMPTED COERCION CAME FROM HIS SUPERIORS AT THE LOS ALAMOS NATIONAL LABORATORY, FROM THE ENERGY DEPARTMENT'S REGIONAL OFFICE IN ALBUQUERQUE, N.M., AND FROM A DOE ASSISTANT SECRETARY IN WASHINGTON. ''THE RESULTS WERE ILL-ACCEPTABLE. THEY WERE VERY UNHAPPY,'' WILKINSON SAID OF THE RESPONSE TO HIS FINDINGS FROM DOE OFFICIALS AND THOSE FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, WHICH OPERATES LOS ALAMOS UNDER CONTRACT TO DOE. THE EPIDEMIOLOGIST SAID HE WAS CALLED TO THE DIRECTOR'S OFFICE AT THE LABORATORY, WHERE HE WAS ''BERATED AND ACCUSED OF NOT HAVING THESE RESULTS PROPERLY REVIEWED.'' ''ONE OF THE STATEMENTS THAT WAS MADE TO ME WAS THAT, WE SHOULD NOT BE TRYING TO PLEASE PEER REVIEWERS, BUT RATHER WE SHOULD BE PUBLISHING TO PLEASE THE ENERGY DEPARTMENT,''' WILKINSON RECALLED. ''HE SAID THEY WERE A CUSTOMER OF OURS. THIS STATEMENT WAS MADE TO ME BY A DEPUTY DIRECTOR OF LOS ALAMOS.'' WILKINSON'S REMARKS CAME IN A HEARING CONDUCTED AS PART OF DOE'S MASSIVE EFFORT TO DETERMINE FOR THE FIRST TIME THE OVERALL HEALTH EFFECTS OF WORKING AT NUCLEAR WEAPONS PLANTS SUCH AS ROCKY FLATS, THE SAVANNAH RIVER SITE NEAR AIKEN, S.C., AND THE HANFORD RESERVATION IN WASHINGTON STATE. CRITICS CONTEND THE STUDIES SHOULD BE TAKEN OUT OF DOE'S HANDS BECAUSE OF CONCERNS THAT THE AGENCY'S INVOLVEMENT WILL PREJUDICE ANY CONCLUSIONS. WILKINSON DECLINED TO IDENTIFY THOSE WHO PRESSURED HIM BUT HE SAID HE WAS THREATENED WITH DEMOTION IF THE RESULTS WERE PUBLISHED. ''THERE WAS VERY DEFINITE PRESSURE FROM SEVERAL SOURCES WITHIN THE DEPARTMENT OF ENERGY TO, IF NOT WITHDRAW RESULTS FROM THE STUDY, TO CHANGE THE FINDINGS OR THE INTERPRETATION,'' WILKINSON SAID. AFTER THE REPORT WAS PRINTED IN ITS ORIGINAL FORM IN THE FEBRUARY 1987 EDITION OF THE AMERICAN JOURNAL OF EPIDEMIOLOGY, WILKINSON'S RESEARCH GROUP WAS MERGED WITH ANOTHER OPERATION AT LOS ALAMOS, EFFECTIVELY LIMITING HIS DIRECT AUTHORITY OVER SUCH STUDIES. ''I NEVER EXPERIENCED ANYTHING LIKE THIS (WITH) NATIONAL CANCER INSTITUTE CONTRACTS, CONTRACTS WITH OTHER AGENCIES,'' SAID WILKINSON. ''NOTHING LIKE THIS, EVER.'' DOE SPOKESMAN JEFF SHERWOOD SAID HE COULD NOT RESPOND TO WILKINSON'S CONTENTIONS BUT HE RESTATED THE AGENCY'S COMMITMENT TO THE HEALTH REVIEW AND NOTED OVERSIGHT CONTROLS THAT ARE DESIGNED TO ENSURE CREDIBILITY. Author: [Don H Kemp] Subj: Did Legion of Doom Plant "Time Bombs" Also? Date: Thu Apr 05 1990 16:30 Lines: 14 As reported in AT&T's Consultant Liason Program electronic newsletter "Newsbriefs": LEGION OF DOOM -- ... A government affadavit alleged that in June hackers believed to be Legion of Doom members planted software "time bombs" in AT&T's 5ESS switching computers in Denver, Atlanta and New Jersey. These programs ... were defused by AT&T security personnel before they could disrupt phone service. ... New York Newsday, p. 15, 4/1. Don H Kemp B & K Associates, Inc. Rutland, VT uunet!uvm-gen!teletech!dhk (Geez, they're trying to pin everything on the LOD guys, eh?) Re: "Flat-rate" Long Distance Services Date: Thu Apr 05 1990 16:28 Lines: 40 "David G. Cantor" <dgc@math.ucla.edu> writes: > A number of companies are advertising "unlimited long distance calling > for fees on the order of $200.00/month. Apparently they insert a > "black box" in your telco line so that, when you dial long-distance, > your calls are resent to a 950 number, and then you use one of the > standard carriers at bulk-rates. Yes, and probably using a stolen authorization code. Several years ago we went through the era of "flat-rate" long distance. Without exception, it was fraudulent. Back then, you would sign up with the company and they would give you a 950 number to call (it was usually Sprint or MCI) and an authorization code that would allow you to makeas many calls as you like for $200 a month. They would concoct some excuse or another as to why they would have to keep giving you new authorization codes, but now it seems that they can make this invisible to the "customer" via dialers. It is very reassuring to note that even the scam artists keep up with available technology. > I would like to know what are people's experiences with such services > and which companies provide the best service. If by "best service" you mean "how long is it before the gendarmarie come banging on your door", the answer is about 2-3 months. You will probably get off light if you cooperate.I'd be happy to eat my words if wrong, but think about it for a moment. Many companies, including my humble self, spend many times $200 a month for long distance. If something like this was legitimate, I (and a stampede-load of others) would cancel my Sprint, AT&T, and WATS services in a second. The next call you make should probably be to the authorities! John Higdon ? P. O. Box 7648 ? +1 408 723 1395 john@bovine.ati.com ? San Jose, CA 95150 ? M o o ! Wowzerz. We will continue this in ATI48. Go download it now! 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