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Underground eXperts United
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[ Who Knows? ] [ By The GNN ]
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"WHO KNOWS?"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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There is a short story behind this small file. It was a meant
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as a reply to a individual who I believed said things about my
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own writing, but in the end it turned out to be me who
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had misunderstood him. I guess he prefers to be anonymous, but
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if he reads this, I would like to apologize again for my hard
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words. However, I felt that it was a waste to throw this text
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away, so I decided to change some names and publish it anyway.
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This is the story about a t-file writer called Ian.
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A sunny day, some weeks ago, Ian received a message from a cold part of
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northern Sweden.
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"I like a file you have written"
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How nice! We all like positive critic from people around the globe, ey?
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Ian immediately captured the message and printed it out. He ran to the
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nearest shop, bought a golden frame and put the charming message inside it.
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Then he sat for three weeks, just staring at the words. He memorized it
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and wrote it down whenever he got the chance. He wrote it down on walls,
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roads, on the back of his friends and even got himself a painful tattoo
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with this jolly message.
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However, this euphoria did not last. After a while Ian received another
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message from the same person, who he had sacrificed small animals and his
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left finger for the past weeks.
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"I have changed my mind. I do not like your file.
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I have read some other files you have written.
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They are disgusting!"
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With tears in his red eyes Ian continued reading this hard judgement of
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his hard work.
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"... and how DARE you state yourself as a 'anarchist'! You are a
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'anarchy-fascist' and that's it!"
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Ian quickly scanned through some of his older productions. Oh gee, what
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did he find? Texts about bombs! About rape! About killing officers of
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the law! About... cats who rule the world? This was really strange. How
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could he possibly had written so much crap?
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He decided to wipe out history. Without remorse, Ian immediately deleted
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all of his older files. He only saved those which he found to be good.
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Ian smiled when I realized that he had exterminated his own dirty past.
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Then he read the angry message again. He thought for a while, then he
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deleted all his other files too. This guy was right. He liked Ian's new
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file for a while, then he changed his mind when he had read some Ians
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older. So why should Ian be a fool? He deleted the rest of his files.
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Yes, some of them were good but that did not matter. He had written other
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files and that was a fact. Ian had to get rid of everything to clean his
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hands.
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Now he was free. He could start all over, with a new handle and a new
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attitude. Ian thought about his future. What should he write about now?
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What do people WANT him to write? Ian used to be a so-called
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'anarchy-fascist' so what should he become now?
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Yes! He knew at once! A REAL ANARCHIST!
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But what the hell was a real anarchist? Ian opened up his old book about
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Pierre Proudhon. Crap! This was not anarchy! He tried out Bakunin.
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Hmm... no. Then he continued reading the rest of his old books about
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anarchy. All of them said the same: "THIS is anarchy. Everything else
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implicates SHIT! Fuck them, we got the real answer! Trust us!".
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But the problem was that all of the books said different things about
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what real anarchy was. Ian was completely lost. He considered asking the
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dude who wrote the message about his files. He should know. But Ian
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changed my mind. No, I dare not to show myself to him. "God damn, he
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might say more depressing things to me!"
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So Ian quit writing completely. How could he write things about hackers,
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the government and science fiction when he had not got the slightest idea
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what he really wrote about? This was a tough world with clear rules. Some
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know the rules and some people do not.
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Even if Ian ever found out what REAL anarchy was, it was pointless to
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write anything more. He had burned out, thanks to his old files. Even if
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he knew what this thing called the Truth was it did not matter. People
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would read his files, perhaps enjoy them, but sooner or later they would
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read some of his older files. What would happen then was completely clear.
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They would understand that his old files were disgusting, hence must his
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newer be that too!
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Ian was a loser. He left the writing to those who knew how to do it
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properly. Yesterday, he bought a shot gun and put the last story to an
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end.
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The story about Ian is a sad one. No one knows a shit about what real
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anarchy is. Is it pure freedom, a version of marxism, liberalism,
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communism, nihilism or is it to obey the brave new world? Who should we
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trust? Proudhon, Bakunin, Kropotkin, Stirner, Powell, Tolstoj, Nozick or
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Mondo 2000?
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No one knows, but everybody have an own opinion about the subject.
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If anarchy is to do whatever one feels for, the freedom to do what you
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like to do without any obstacles from other people who 'know better than
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you', why should not everybody be free to write whatever they want? Some
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like it, some do not. Some carry out weird texts in reality and get
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themselves into trouble. Everybody has the right to make own decisions
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about what is wrong and what is right.
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The thing is that when Ian got the angry message from the individual who
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claimed that he first enjoyed a file he had written , but then changed his
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opinion when he had read some of his other files, even made me glad that
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Ian had written them. His argument was a proof of the twisted minds that
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we see all around us. He judged a file from other files. He judged Ian.
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Ian had written something he did not like which lead to that he had to
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dislike everything he wrote. He probably states himself as a 'real'
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'anarchist'.
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Who knows? Who knows anything about real anarchy? I do not. You do
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not. Ian did not. No one does. But we all believe that we do. It is
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easy to state yourself to be a anarchist. You can bend and change the term
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until it fits your needs.
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And it sounds sooo C0000L...
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In his eyes, Ian was a fascist. He enjoyed Mussolini. He hated black
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people. He wanted the gas chambers back. What more? Let me think... oh
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yes, of course Ian wanted the State to rule supreme. That is what he
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thinks that Ian believed. I mean, why should he call him 'fascist'
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otherwise?
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Left-winged people have called Ian a nazi, right-winged people have
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called him a communist. People in the middle have riddled him with
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accusations of being a terrorist. But most people calls him a crazed
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anarchist who ought to be placed somewhere far away from the 'reality'.
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Now, the 'anarchists' called him a fascist.
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Cool! Ian had a lot to chose from! Maybe he should say that he was a
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democrat instead? Or why not a Republican? Royalist? Servant of the
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mushroom cloud? A former member of the Satan Rules Club?
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The truth is that the message to Ian was written by yet another puzzled
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individual. He know certain words ('anarchy', 'fascism') and he uses them
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in a way that fits him.
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Ian wrote files for his own pleasure and hoped that some people would be
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able to see through them and catch the real messages inside. Some cannot
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do that. Ian had no need to explain his points to those who believe that
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they know everything.
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Who knows?
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"Information shall NOT be free", the State says.
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"Information wants to be free", the underground says.
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"Information shall be free, but not all information. If we do not like
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it, it should be censored. We will not accept information that we find to
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be disgusting!", some so-called 'real anarchists' say.
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'You got it', the State replies.
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The tension mounts.
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Lappland? Do they have a population?
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Not only military headquarters? CALL THE STASH! +46-13-HOHOHO
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Feel the tension.
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uXu #182 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #182
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