Não quero mas vou..

..vivemos uma distopia quando poderiamos viver uma utopia e o apocalipse não vai chegar.. ..o alocAPIpse já chegou e é esta distopia que nos forçamos viver.. ..como naquelas alturas.. ..aquelas quando não queremos ir, mas acabamos por nos dar de conta que já lá estamos! Chamemos-lhe contradições possíveis, mas é claro que nada passa de ilusão.. Puft..


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The Ultimate (Western) History Lesson..*


*check the videos description on YouTube for links to more information..
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24 November 2016

What is Sukh (Peace)? by Baljit Singh · Singh Sabha Gurdwara, Birmingham

..still in silence and getting mentally ready to read Rehras Sahib..
..trying to publish this post, Bani and pretty much the entire video/teachings still
echoes in mind.. 

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh


Published on 23 Nov 2016 Baljit Singh Ji delivers an hard hitting talk explaining what Sukh (peace) really is. He shares Sikh history of how Gursikhs (Sikhs of the Guru) got through the darkest of days by accepting Vaheguru’s Hukam. --- Basics of Sikhi is a project by Everythings 13, an educational charity dedicated to spreading the wisdom of the Sikh Gurus. Please SUPPORT our work www.basicsofsikhi.com/donate Vaheguru Simran in the Intro and Outro is how Sikhs chant God's name. It's performed by Jagdeep Kaur of www.qi-rattan.com. You can download it for free from www.thekdp.com (Jam 2, track 6 = Waheguru Simran). Follow us online: FB page @ www.facebook.com/Everythings13.BasicsofSikhi Twitter @everythings_13 Periscope @everythings_13 Instagram @basicsofsikhi Soundcloud @ Soundcloud.com/basicsofsikhi Web: www.basicsofsikhi.com/

• Agenda 21 for Dummies •

Earth emergency exits??

Pois é, onde estão as saídas de emergência da Terra? Onde??
Novamente, é favor abrir os olhos e ver o que se passa a volta!! Agradecido..

"funy dance" (só para descontrair um bocado)

The Hacker Manifesto



The following was written shortly after my arrest... (+++The Mentor+++)

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\/\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+++
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