"Writing policy for all of Indonesia? Ohhhhhhh hhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" --a deliberate Dr. Henry Kissinger misquote <><><><><><><><><><><><> <> <> <> AA TTTTTT IIIIII <> <> A A TT II <> <> AAAA TT II <> <> A A TT II <> <> A A TT IIIIII <> <> <> <><><><><2><1><4><><><><> 3-4-00 He walks two blocks down and one block over. Says hello AND hola to the grocery clerk. She rings him up an RC cola. One dollar even after tax. He gladly pays, even though it ought to be 35 cents or so; they've been locked out of advertising, competitive pricing and even new color coordinations by the two giants for almost a full decade now. He's been doing this every week for a couple years; since issue 94 or so, actually. Why does he do this? Is it some kind of ritual? It must be. Otherwise it wouldn't be every single week without fail, would it? He's even used his last five quarters some weeks during dry months. He's paid with a 50 when he's been in cash flow. The same bottle of RC. He, and his RC. Why? Why why why??? Because I'm Prime F'Ing Anarchist that's why, and I do this every week. Don't ask me any deeper. I'm preparing a rant. Don't get me started. I'm really ticked off at one particular corporate entity right now but you won't get to hear it here. Not yet, anyhow. I'll tell you who it IS - but that's ALL you GET for now. I'm going to need to stew and brew on this'n for a while. Let it foment a bit. Don't worry, I've taken copious notes. I considered calling it "down but not out with doctors associates." Maybe "kicking tai-bo butt, eat eat eat!" I visioned out a new usenet group alt.subway.sux or maybe alt.pave.the.wheatbread.die.die.die.die.die and then it occured to me. The next "Cannery Row" is just waiting to be written. They're looking for the next George Orwell, the next real Ralph Nader. Scraping the bottom and painting it between purple pages for your perusal. I'm no George Orwell, but I'm up for the challenge. And it's not just Flubway. They're just the particular pile of spam-corp I'm pissed at this moment. Their immoral criminality shows up in many other parts of the seven-dollar-per-hour sector of the world so it wouldn't be fair to just hamslam Doctors Associates. Especially because they waited ten extra years or so to become lying, chiselling, cheating, poor-people abusing, scumgrubs. Basically they didn't implode until it was already the norm to do this to your hardest working human slaveforms, carbon based. If you look back, you'll see that Flubway's goal in 1990 or so was 7000 stores total by Y2K. Right before the 2000 roll over? They were looking at something near to 14000 and climbing in the continental united states alone! Is making a sandwich for someone who wants to buy it and eat it important to the engine that drives their movement in the smallprint pages of the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal? It damned well should. It damned well isn't. That's left to the 17-19 year olds that you go through - dozens at a time - as if they were german shephards you just live-birthed for instant sale. You've got work to do. Real work. You only own 3 or 4 stores. You want 10 by next year. 20 by the year after that. 40 to sell off when you retire by the time you're 40. Sandwiches? How do you make sandwiches? Oh wait, maybe you could send me to Milford, CT "all expenses" one of these days so I can at least look like I really do know what the heck I'm doing. Because some of my employees still believe that's what we're here for. Making sandwiches. But you're not going to hear that all here today. Because I don't feel like developing it yet. I really want to build this into something scathing, effective and worthwhile. Something I can run by my attorney to make sure it's just inches within that fine line of current slander/libel laws (I'm only up on everything up to 1998 by the way) And it's going to have little to do with Flubway, little to do with Taco Hell and even less to do with fast food. Everything to do with temporary full time employment. Permanent part time. The whole "we-pay-you-one-extra- dollar-per-hour-you'll-get-down-there-and-suck-our-toes" industry. Corporate slavery. Economic apartheid. Who gets to wear the cotton clothing, and who has to work their way up polyester pants and funkycolored shirt combos. Visors versus ballcaps. Maybe we'll call it Nametag Warz. Anyhow, watch other sections of this 'Zine next week and months following where we take on the real deal. The whole "works." All the fixins. All that and a bag of chips. The supersize truth. Just one more thing you can count on here. The topics no one else dares utter above a whisper, or a grumble to the self. Get ready. I'm prime anarchist, and you'll hear it here, [boom, boom, boom] first. He bows, winks, tips his hat and promises great things. Throws his plastic bottle of sugar water with the caramel, corn syrup, fructose, citric acid, carbonation and the extra caffeine clear across the room into the target on the wall behind the wastebasket. Says, prime outa hear. #'s run for 0003041112 hrs [small]The views expressed do not necessarily reflect unless they're shiny side up and it's about 2pm in broad daylight.[/small] http://www.annihilist.com http://cosmos.lod.com/~ati http://www.grassrootsoyate.com http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/45/ez.html http://www.geocities.com/RainbowWarriors_2000 http://www.solcommunications.com/bigmountain/otherhtml/deadlinefence.html http://www.mountainx.com/ae/991103moreno.html http://www.arizonatimes.com/mechanic.htm http://www.oh.verio.com/~lbiel http://www.paulmetsa.com http://www.freelori.org http://www.tribes.org http://www.frolic.org http://www.kmf.org -=*=- LETTUCE -=*=- LOL...you rock! bad.blondie -=*=- Please don't send your stuff to this email address. I get so many emails that I leave them unread for months at a time. Thanks, jerry brown -=*=- to ati: I'm inserting my poem here, rather than down there. Hope its not a problem. Ahem.... He smiled, smirked, and then he began his immortal words.... "Yak Cheese, Inc.", he said with a wink. "I'd rather be in Qatar, with a broken guitar... Than to be in the Hell, known as AOL. Not very good, I admit. But.... I haven't had dinner yet. Magores [notas editas: you made ME laugh. This is ALL good news.] -=*=- to ati@etext.org WTF? --anon -=*=- Folks, i give this one to you. The only reason i went on the web was because i ultimately believed that all of us could experience the intimacy of being across a small table from each other. Surking (surfing plus lurking) the list, i've come to feel that in some bewildering sense we are sharing some rickety table with our elbows in each others' coat pockets. So, pulling all my courage together, I'm going to give you all this... a song. My idea, when I first conceived of this lyric, was to do a Miles Davis sort of thing... i.e. walk into the rehersal and say "listen to this lyric. Bo, play the beat; you all wait till the singing is done, then come in with whatever musical idea the lyrics inspire. Doesn't matter what it is. The beauty of it is that if we can improvise each time we do this, set the lyrics to whatever beat the percussionist feels in his/her gut... that each time the song will be a completely organic evolution of it's own moment and glory." But the idea has gotten larger. Why not, I say to myself, throw this lyric out on this globe-wide table?? Why not let everyone throw their ideas in? Why not let this marvellous web bring us as close as it can? So... JONI MITCHELL'S ON THE RADIO words by saji villoth, feb. 20, 2000 joni mitchell's on the radio as we leave another bright and naked city to the sounds of her piano white fields, deep in the snow the motion on the road is quiet, i doze she's singing about a love abandoned I'm thinking about you are you the flame and oil of my yearning? and the lamp black only the sounds of the phone ringing in an empty hall? we change the sugar of charity like we change the words of cruelty that taste so sweet to the tongue we change the song on the spinning disc as if we know we're pinned down on some centerstage no lines, no cues, no notion when the curtain will fall but up on the floorboards for a moment or two i was the cue and the caller and the tune and you were in the spotlight, timing your moves Joni's got the voice and the words I want If I could sound like her, touch the heart like her, I'd still be with you But the dial deals death to the prince of mud, croaking like a bankrupt begging for blood i'm crawling back into the dark, away from the top 40 trash you are the curved lip of the waterfall i am faint and falling, tied to a sack full of stones... each one a pardon to be sold in other words, i'm no stranger to the devil (she knows) ----------------- CAVEATS: I wanted circumstance to say "Bruce Cockurn's on the radio.." but Joni was, he wasn't. I am stealing BC's words here and there. If you do use this, please send me a tape. Thanks. Saji V. -=*=- to lutenist@geocities.com you suck. alt del --= ( [-=*=-] ) =-- C Y B E R W I T C H T R I A L S AND AS THEY SAID DURING THE INQUISITION, (IN SO MANY WORDS...) LET THE SCAPEGOATING OF HACKERS BEGIN. [PAWN] New Hampshire - 17 year old Dennis F. Moran denies that he is being scapegoated in a "let's-get-a-couple- hackers-in-jail-before-they-realize-we're-unsecure" scapegoating orgy. Be afraid. Be very afraid. They just clipped my neighbor, too. read on... MILWAUKEE - (reprinted from AP by PA) - A federal judge sentenced an Aswaubenon man to six months in prison Wednesday for hacking into the U.S. Army's Web site. US District Judge _______ _________ also ordered _______ _______ , 20, to pay $8,054 in restitution to the army for the cost of restoring the site. The army asked for about $20,000 restitution to pay for a new computer system and security for the internet site. Before hearing his sentence, _______ said he was working at a sandwich shop in Green Bay and planned to go back to school. "I haven't touched a computer in nine months," he said before receiving his sentence. Through her tears, ____' mother, ___ told the judge of her son's potential. "____ has great potential in this society," she said. "And I ask the court to save this young life." ---- [primenote: I'm not gonna reprint the WHOLE story. He changed the sig page to say "Global Hell" which is the hackergroup he belongs to and he's now been ordered to have no contact with anyone in that group, and he'll have to gain approval from future employers to use the internet.] ***ATI - Your HackerZine Of Hope*** ABOUT THOSE YAHOO/CNN HACKS by |