#142: Recent News

[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]


Things are still going as you noticed. Files are picking up again and I have actually had time to write myself. It is quite frustrating to have 25 or more file ideas, all sitting ready to be written yet have no time to do it. Since I started a new position at work, I have had time to do more (at work even), and have been kicking out more files.

Submit! If you would like to submit a file for release with the group, please do. I am always looking for contributions. Mail them to me and I will be in touch regarding the release. On the net, mail to:

                    jericho@netcom.com

If you aren’t on the net, you can do a few other things. Mail me on any of the 303 boards that I list in the distro sites. If you still can’t find a way to do any of that, find someone with a net account and mail me via a friend.

Distro sites. As said long ago, I am only doing three distro sites per area code. Mail me with a completed application (FUCK-APP.TXT), and I will put you in the lineup. If you are one of the first three boards in your AC, you automatically become a distro site. If not, then you are put on the list and become one if one of the other boards goes down for some reason. *** The ONLY advantage of being a distro site is I put your BBS name and number in these files. If you are the first for your AC, then you are advertised at the end of each file. If you are the second or third, then you are put in the master list every 25th file, or when I release a ‘current news’ file. If you wish to carry the files, PLEASE DO. You can call yourself a distro if want, that is fine with me. I only want these
files to be circulated.

If you are on the net and want the newest releases, mail me at the above address saying you wish to get new releases. I have a ‘mailing list’ set up so I can mail it to anyone who wants it. If you mail me back, it does not get circulated to everyone, only I see it.

Also, if you are interested in getting other interesting news, funny stories, convention info, or whatever else I get, I have a ‘forward mailing list’ set up. Mail me if you would like to be on this. Recently, I have been bouncing a lot of information on current legislation affecting online access, articles about the Waco hearings, and other stuff.

As usual, any comments, questions, bitches, gripes, submissions, flames, threats, or anything else, mail me : jericho@netcom.com

An Open Letter to Newsweek

[This was originally published on attrition.org.]


This letter is in response to your recent article titled ‘No Place for Kids?’ and the ‘smut’ infesting the internet.

Overall, this article seemed to be thrown together based more on rumors, and word of mouth rather than fact. Due to the lack of research on this piece, to any experienced net denizen, this article seemed more unfounded bias rather than an objective look at a potentially real problem.

In the first part of the article, you keep referring to ‘the net’ but refer back to AOL. America Online is a very small part of the net, and if you ask any veteran to the net, you will find it is an unwelcomed addition as well. Your description of Unix as ‘notoriously arcane computer language’ is more than ‘inaccurate’ to say the least. Unix (there are several different versions) is a very powerful operating system that can provide power Windows (even Windows95) has never seen. Just because there is no mouse to point and click with, does not mean it is cryptic, inferior, or ‘less’ in any way. Rather than insult the operating system, insult the users of the ‘pretty icons’ who take no time to learn what they are using.

Not only do they take no time to learn the system they own and use daily, they take no time to learn anything about the net. Senator Exon is not wrong by any means. Yes, pornographic material does exist on the net, and is available to anyone who seeks it out. Your article seems to imply that removing this ‘sleaze’ from the net would be the answer. The logic behind that statement is weak in more than one way. First, the internet is not an American network. Even if you could magically remove all porn from American sites, you still have to contend with foreign sites. Second, if you remove it from American sites, you would then have to monitor over 10,000 newsgroups, private email, every FTP site, as well as thousands of private machines with open telnet access. I don’t believe that is a feasible option, not even for all of our wonderful agencies that would love to be part of the intrusion into net life.

Your article goes on to portray that online sex, and problems with sexual harassment are much more frequent than in the real world. In today’s times, this seems to be quite the opposite. According to the article, it seems that the writer is implying that kids run across this overly sexual content on a minute by minute basis. The current set up of the net makes it essential that a person knowingly and actively seeks out porn or other undesirable material. If you wish to find obscene gifs, you must actively FTP around to find them. If you wish to read about sex, you must find the UseNet groups, and read them. If a parent is worried about the content of the net, then a single standing warning of ‘The internet contains material which may be unsuitable to young kids’. This would place responsibility on the parents, where it should lie, not with the other millions of users who have a fundamental and legitimate reason to be on the net.

Please explore the net before you too join Mr. Exon in banning drastic parts of the net. Don’t make it illegal to practice your first amendment rights. And finally, please don’t print propaganda like this
article without first obtaining facts, rather than unfounded rumors.

Thank You

#141: Intersection

[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]


It was a sweltering day which had no pretenses of letting up. Over a thousand people had driven through the intersection today, and another thousand would be through there in the next hour. The crossroads weren’t the busiest in the town by far, but saw a fair amount of traffic during rush hour. Cars zipped by creating a steady hum throughout the intersection, giving it a life of its own.

Twenty-four seconds had passed, and it was almost time for the lights to change, allowing the smaller of the two roads to empty out. A click resounded, unheard by anyone, and the light changed to yellow. Five cars noticed and accelerated to beat the oncoming red light. Another click and the light changed to red, allowing two more cars to squeeze through.

The first car slowed to a rough stop, almost going too far into the intersection. Inside the car, the air conditioner was on high, blowing into the face of the mayor. In one hand was a pen jotting down notes, and in the other a cell phone. Despite his status, no one recognized him in his Cadillac. He was on his way to a meeting with the police commissioner, and was already five minutes late.

Pulling up next to him in a dark blue suburban, a woman in her mid forties pulled out her lipstick and began to apply it. In the seat next to her, her three year old son began yelling about being thirsty. The back seat was the playground for her six year old son and eight year old daughter. Behind the back seat were seven bags of groceries. They were on their way home to make dinner for John when he got home from his business meetings.

In the third lane, a beat up Chevy nova stopped several feet short of the white line. All of the windows were down allowing the hot air into the car. The man behind the wheel tapped his finger to the beat of the music, apparently dreading the heat of the day. Darting from side to side, his eyes couldn’t stay in one place. He was still worried about being seen by someone that may recognize him for his actions last night. He had raped and beaten a 72 year old lady walking home from the local coffee shop.

A loud screech sounded behind the Cadillac, and the driver cursed and yelled at the boy in the passenger seat. They were seated in a two door sports car that was the pride and joy of the driving father. He turned again to his son and cursed at the boy for making him take his eyes off the road. Reaching over, he placed his hand on the crotch of the boy and squeezed hard, making the boy yell out in pain. “I’m gonna punish you later for this boy”.

Pulling up behind the suburban, a black Geo metro came to a quick stop. The twenty four year old driver looked all around him at the other vehicles before popping in another tape. Taking note of the screaming boy in the car next to him, he glared at the driver of the car to his left and sneered as they made eye contact. Shaking his head in disdain, he picked up his Oki and called his friend to tell him he would be a few minutes late to lunch. They were meeting to make plans for their next hack into another military computer in search of documents that should be open to the public.

Behind the Chevy nova, a young black man pulled up, smiling behind the wheel of his new Lexus. He had gotten his promotion to Regional Manager of the southwest, and had received a hefty bonus check as well as a significant pay raise. The new car was a gift to his new wife waiting at home. He had been with the company for only six years and seemed to be flying through the ranks due to his eight years of business administration in college. Things were going well for him.

The next car rolled up behind the sports car and inched up slowly, as the driver waited for the light to change. He was still not used to driving in this state. He had moved here just last week after he watched local police and FBI break down his door in Ohio. He was wanted by the FBI for the killing of seven people at a convenience store in Maryland. He barely remembered that day, but was still on the run because of it.

Behind the Geo shaking from the music, a four door white sedan with government plates pulled to a steady stop. The driver’s mission was surveillance, and nothing more. He was a twenty two year veteran of the secret service, and specialized in computer crime. He had been tailing the Cadillac for several miles, monitoring the cell phone conversation on his own cell phone. His main objective on this assignment was to prove that the mayor was laundering the cities money and dumping it into his own accounts in Switzerland.

Twenty-four seconds had passed, and the light clicked to green allowing traffic to once again pass through the intersection. Almost as a group, the cars accelerated, heading toward their own direction, to live their lives as they wanted.