Calvin Limuel

The New Hacker Manifesto

It happened again today. Another one sold out, sacrificing their dreams
to the corporate security machine.

Damn whitehats, noone believes in a cause anymore.

Another bug was released today to the security mailing lists.

Damn Whitehats, they know not what they do. 

Another potential computer genius was relegated to an existence of nothing
more than than a 9-5 cubicle-dwelling promotional tool. 

Damn whitehats, putting money before discovery.

Another family was ravaged by cooperations and governments bent on
instituting control over individuality, monitoring every action.. 

Another kid was sentenced today for searching for a way to understand
the world. Convicted and imprisoned, not because of what he did, but
because of what others thought he could do. 

Damn Whitehats - Fear keeps them in business. 

The public, believing anything it hears from "reputed experts". Screaming
for blood. Looking for something to blame for their lost hope. Their
lost ability to seek out new knowledge. Fear consumes them.  They cannot
let go of their uncertainty and doubt because there is no meaning. They
seek to destroy explorers, outlaws, curiosity seekers because they are
told too. They are told these people that seek information are evil.
Individuality is evil.  Judgment should be made based upon a moral
standard set in conformity rather than resistance. Lives are ruined in
the name of corporate profit and information is hoarded as a commodity.

Damn Whitehats, you were once like us.

I was a Whitehat. I had an awakening. I saw the security industry for
what is really is. I saw the corruption, the lies, the deceit, the
extortion of protection money in the form of subscription services and
snake-oil security consultants.

I wanted to know, I wanted to understand, I wanted to go further then
the rest. I never want to be held down by contracts and agreements.

You say I should grow up. You say I should find better things to do with
my time. You say I should put my talent to better use. You're saying I
should fall in line with the other zombies and forget everything I
believe in and shun those with my drive, my curiosity, tell them it's
not worth it, deny them of the greatest journey they will ever
experience in their lives.

I am not a blackhat. The term is insulting, it implies I am the opposite
of you. You think i seek to defeat security, when I seek something
greater.  I will write exploits, travel through networks, explore where
you are afraid to go. I will not put myself in the spotlight and release
destructive tools to the public to attract business. I will not feed
the fear and hysteria created by the security industry to increase stock
prices.  I can, and will, code and hack and find out everything I can
for the same reasons I did years ago.

I am a Hacker, dont try to understand me, you lost all hope of that when
you crossed the line. You fail to see the lies and utter simplicity
behind the computer security industry. Once, you may have shared my
ideals. You fail to see the fact that security is a maintenance job. 
Youve given up hope for something better. You fail to see yourself as
worthless, fueling an industry whose cumulative result is nothing. I
dont hate you, I dont even really care about you - If you try to stop me,
you will fail, because I do this out of love -- you do it for money.
  
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 belive it is for our own
good, yet we're the ciminals.

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 can't stop me, and you
certainly can't stop us all. 

(Modified version of The Hacker Manifesto by The Mentor by cr4zy c0n6suel0)
(The Mentor a.k.a. Loyd Blankenship, 1986 - cr4zy c0nsuel0, 2003)
(Previously posted at http://phrack.nl/site/phrack/phrack62/p62-0x0b.txt)

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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 belive it is for our own
good, yet we're the ciminals.

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.

(Cutted copy of The Hacker Manifesto by The Mentor)

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==Phrack Inc.==

                    Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10

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The following was written shortly after my arrest...

                       \/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/

                                      by

                               +++The Mentor+++

                          Written on January 8, 1986
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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 will-
ing 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+++

(The Original Version of The Hacker Manifesto by The Mentor)
(Copyright 1986 by Loyd Blankenship, The Mentor)
(http://phrack.org/issues.html?issue=7&id=3#article)

Calvin Limuel features

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Songs from YouTube

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Это мой Дом - Хиллсонг Киев
Eto Moy Dom (This Is My Home) - Hillsong Kiev


Lyrics:

Русский:
Был момент в моей жизни, когда задумался
Зачем я живу здесь, в этом мире?
К чему вся жизнь моя?
Как мне жить счастливой жизнью?
Где мне взять ответ?
Как мне быть, и кто поможет мне?

Лишь Ты нашёл меня,
Привёл сюда и теперь

Я буду здесь всегда, это мой Дом
Здесь я нашёл всё, что искал
Никогда, никто не уведёт
Мой взгляд от Тебя.

Может быть, было сложно в себе всё изменить
Теперь я навечно в Доме Божьем
Проведу всю жизнь,
Буду петь я песни эти,
Славить и хвалить
Лишь Тебе открою сердце

Знаю и верю: Ты спас меня, привёл сюда
И теперь

ПРИПЕВ
Всем сердцем я люблю Тебя, Тебя, Бог
Моя душа в Твоих руках сегодня и всегда

Не оставлю Божий Дом
Я никогда, я никогда
Буду жить навеки в нём
Я навсегда, я навсегда.

English:
This Is My Home
Words and Music by Vera Kasevich & Roman Kasevich
Translated by Calvin Limuel
©2005 Hillsong Ukraine

There was a moment in my life when I thought
Why am I here, here on this earth?
What is my life for?
How do I live a happy life?
Where can I get an answer?
How to live, and who can help me?

Only You found me
And You brought me here and now

CHORUS
Forever I'll be here, this is my home
Found everything here, that I was seeking
Never ever will someone can lead
My gaze away from You

Maybe it was quite hard to change everything within me
Now I'm forever dwell in the House of God
I'll lead my whole life
I will be singing these songs,
Of glory and praise
Only for you I'll open my heart
I know and believe: You saved me and You brought me here
And now

BRIDGE
With all my heart I love You God, You, God
I let my soul into Your hands today and onwards

I won't leave the House of God
I never will, I never will
I will live forever in it
Forever I will, forever I will

Freedom We Know - Hillsong


All Of The Above - Youth Alive Western Australia


Lyrics (Words and Music by Ben Blondel):
More than me more than mine
More than life is what You are
More than a feeling more than a moment
This is a song for You my King

I lift my eyes to see Your face
I look to You as I run this race
Bit by bit I'm gonna change
To be like my hero

And I can't wait to be like You
Help me change in all I do

Cos all I'm living for it's You
Nothing else I wanna do
Than give my life into Your hands
And walk this life with You
You mean everything to me
You've changed my life and washed me clean
Now I'm lost without Your love cos
You're all of the above

Not waiting now, not backing down
It's time for me to change
Cos His king near, listen can you hear
Eternity begins today, today

(Lord I just wanna say)
(You're everything to me) You're all of the above

You're All I Need - Hillsong Kids

I Know Who I Am - Chris Tomlin & Israel Houghton - Israel & New Breed
Performed by Lakewood Church Choir & Orchestra

Still Standing - by Lakewood Church Choir & Orchestra

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