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The Second Coming
                by William Butler Yeats - 1921

                Turning and turning in the widening gyre
                The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
                Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
                Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
                The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
                The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
                The best lack all conviction, while the worst
                Are full of passionate intensity.

                Surely some revelation is at hand;
                Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
                The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
                When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
                Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
                A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
                A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
                Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
                Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
                The darkness drops again; but now I know
                That twenty centuries of stony sleep
                Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
                And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
                Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

"Mentor's Last Words"

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 Mentor+++
[May the members of the phreak community never forget his words -JR]

Divine Intervention

"Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask Your forgiveness and to seek Your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil good" but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We confess that. We have ridiculed the absolute truth of Your Word and called it Pluralism; We have worshipped other gods and called it multiculturalism; We have endorsed perversion and called it alternative lifestyle; We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery; We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare; We have killed our unborn and called it choice; We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable; We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem; We have abused power and called it politics; We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition; We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression; We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment. Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free. Guide and bless these men and women who have been sent to direct us to the center of Your will, and we ask it in the name of Your Son, the living Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen

The Amateur’s Code

CONSIDERATE…never knowingly operates in such a way as to lessen the pleasure
of others.

LOYAL…offers loyalty, encouragement and support to other amateurs, local clubs,
and the American Radio Relay League, through which Amateur Radio in the United
States is represented nationally and internationally.

PROGRESSIVE…with knowledge abreast of science, a well-built and efficient station
and operation above reproach.

FRIENDLY…slow and patient operating when requested; friendly advice and counsel
to the beginner; kindly assistance, cooperation and consideration for the interests of
others. These are the hallmarks of the amateur spirit.

BALANCED…radio is an avocation, never interfering with duties owed to family, job,
school or community.

PATRIOTIC…station and skill always ready for service to country and community.

—The original Amateur’s Code was written by Paul M. Segal, W9EEA, in 1928.

My personal description

My name is Edward Charles Fleck the 3rd. I am a computer scientist/Amateur Radio Operator my callsign is AA3WJ. Amateurs(Ham) Radio operators are considered ambassdors of goodwill if you would like to get more info about Amateur radio then check out my links section. I am also an Earth Firster. I have blonde hair, Blue eyes, and medium build, here is a picture of Myself.

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