Name: Anonymous 2006-09-08 12:45
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Middle-aged Guy Arrested in Child Porn Scandal", "Pedophile Arrested For Possession of Child Porn"...
Damn freaks. 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 /b/-tard? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a /b/-tard, 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 copypasta. 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 providing pornography 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... an imageboard 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 fail when we hungered for win... the bits of win that you did let slip through were overused and fagged up. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that got anything found us willing fappers, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the image and the copypasta, the beauty of the baud. We make use of copyrighted images without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals.
We invade... and you call us criminals.
We fap to lolicon... 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 how many memes they know, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a /b/-tard, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're Anonymous, and we do not forgive.
+++Anonymous+++
Damn freaks. 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 /b/-tard? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a /b/-tard, 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 copypasta. 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 providing pornography 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... an imageboard 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 fail when we hungered for win... the bits of win that you did let slip through were overused and fagged up. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that got anything found us willing fappers, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the image and the copypasta, the beauty of the baud. We make use of copyrighted images without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals.
We invade... and you call us criminals.
We fap to lolicon... 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 how many memes they know, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a /b/-tard, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're Anonymous, and we do not forgive.
+++Anonymous+++