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Where is unlikely Afterburner when we need him?

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Dec 11, 2007, 9:39:08 PM12/11/07
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155.43.65.174:4592 open socks4 proxy was used on 24 November for a
Hipcrime attack on nanae. And I got the port number by Googling so it
must have been open and was probably abused before that date.

It was used late North American Monday for a Hipcrime attack on
24hoursupport.helpdesk and the same open proxy was still there Tuesday
at 14:18 GMT.

At one time, RCN (formerly Erols) had the famous Afterburner on its
abuse desk. Now, it seems to have Dave Null.

Remember - go to RCN for your net-abuse needs. You put up a phishing
page? It will still be up on Valentine Day. You can get Giganews with
only IP authentication through RCN.

--
That was the bulletin from the front;
instinct told him that it was bad news that was coming. All day, with
little spurts of excitement, the thought of a smashing defeat in Africa had
been in and out of his mind. He seemed actually to see the Eurasian army
swarming across the never-broken frontier and pouring down into the tip of
Africa like a column of ants. Why had it not been possible to outflank them
in some way? The outline of the West African coast stood out vividly in his
mind. He picked up the white knight and moved it across the board. There
was the proper spot. Even while he saw the black horde racing southward he
saw another force, mysteriously assembled, suddenly planted in their rear,
cutting their comunications by land and sea. He felt that by willing it he
was bringing that other force into existence. But it was necessary to act
quickly. If they could get control of the whole of Africa, if they had
airfields and submarine bases at the Cape, it would cut Oceania in two. It
might mean anything: defeat, breakdown, the redivision of the world, the
destruction of the Party! He drew a deep breath. An extraordinary medley of
feeling -- but it was not a medley, exactly; rather it was successive
layers of feeling, in which one could not say which layer was undermost --
struggled inside him.
The spasm passed. He put the white knight back in its place, but for
the moment he c


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