**** ******** ******** ****** ******** ******** ** ** ** ** ******** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ******** ** ** ** ******** HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEY HEYHEYhey, hey, hey, it's ATI!HEY HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEY Activist times, inc. November, 88. . . 27 . . . SCARED, REAL SCARED by The Happy Hacker. Have you ever had your call traced? Can you recognize that it is being done? I've had it described to me many a time before; but I had no idea the energy that comes out of a line trace right out at you. Until: I dialed my local MCI switching number. (xxx)xxx-xxxx. I then waited for the low mechanical sounding tone that tells us phreakers it is ok to dial our liberated access code. xxxxx, I autodialed. I touched /a/ /1/ which autodialed 3055844400. ***Editor's note: I've just returned from packing all my hack and phreak information bringing it all (a Samsonite attache-ful ) out into the car I am borrowing from my car dealer while they repair my pickup truck on a recall) (I tell you this to capture the atmosphere here. It all goes into the setting.) (The need of repair comes in good timing as I can always say the incriminating information was in there when I picked up the car) Anyways I am out of breath from a combination of 1) my adrenal glands flowing like a dripping wet pussy in heat; and 2) running around the house looking to get EVERYTHING then bolting out the door to finally get it all into the safety of my loaner car. Now, I have every intention of using the "Gomer Pyle" stupidity routine, saying that a telemarketer told me if I send $30 cash to him each month: he'd give me a WATS line to use for my telecommunicating pleasure. I'll say that he called me every couple of weeks to tell me that my access code to the wats line had been changed for my safety. I believed him. I've been had!! Anyways, more on that later. Back to what happened a thousand seconds ago (1:03 a.m. this Tuesday morning, January 13, 1987) So, I dialed the number using my Radio Shack autodialing tone-dialer. After what I thought was a successful connection to the multi-user mainframe in Orlando, Florida--- the phone went dead. Can you recognize the sound of numbers dialing at about 19200 bps? I heard it! I knew what it was. Oh, it had to be at least 28 tones dialed before I hung up the phone in pure panic. Up and down, high and low pitch. I did NOT wait to hear them verify my phone number. ( I'm shivering right now, but I'm more excited than scared. Oh I'm scared. Believe me you. But I'm more excited than scared. I wanted to learn all the ins and out of hack-phreak. Well, here I am.) After hanging up the phone I dialed every local modem number I could possibly connect to. All busy. I then got right onto Tymnet and logged onto Delphi (my own legally owned account). It's after hanging up from them that I began gathering all my nuts into the brief-case to stow it away, and that brings us right up to this very moment. I'm nervous, really nervous. They haven't called, and I've left the phone untied for 7 minutes now. I think a few things here: 1) They didn't get a trace. 2) They got one, but can't do a damned thing about it. 3) They got a trace, but are legally bound to calling me only between the hours 8:30 a.m. and 8:30 p.m. You think I'll sleep one second tonight? And I've pulled two all-nighters in a row already. Vivarin's makers are going to love me. And to think, I wanted excitement. An adventure through the trunk-lines of society. A free phone call anywhere in the continental U.S. at 2400 baud. Oh well. Now, I just sit and wait. More on this later... 818-882-9524 foneradio. call tonite!!! everyday books ---------- an alternative bookshop (203)423-3474 120 Main St. Willimantic, Ct. 06226 PASS THE ROACH by Yipster I saw a roach at the Radisson today. No lie. Right under the carport out front. He was shiny and gold; walking across the sidewalk like a trooper. He must've been lost. "The restaurant is that-away." Hmmmm. After all that class, all that style, all that work, they still have roaches. What a concept. Roaches, I can't believe it. At the Radisson? Nahhhhh. Wow. ************** ** YIPPIE! **- - - - - - - - - - . ************** / / / / / Activist Times, Inc. ATI is a journalistic, causistic, / /cyberpolitical / /organization, / 4 more info? /trying to / send SASE /help y'all, and us / stamps??? change the world / to: radically, in less / ATI than two minute / c/o Kelly increments. / BRO Box 94 - - - - - - - - - Groton, Ct. 06340 IRAN: A Fictionfact. By Prime Anarchist "Mr. Premier. You've just been implicated in the sales of thirty-eight mig's and twenty-five million dollars worth of missiles to mexico . What do you have to say for that," asked a TASS reporter? "No comment," said the premier, Raygun Roychiev. "Aw c'mon. Mr Prem. Say something." "He has yet to be briefed by his advisers," said speaker Lario speakoffsky. "He will address you all at an open conference within 36 hours." The premier rushed off to his helocopter where he would bolted to headquarters to be told what to say the next night in front of both television audiences: his, and those capitalist pigs. See, it's 1995, and the Soviet Union had been taken over by anarchists. This meant that freedom was prevalant. This was suddenly a more liberal country than Amerika. It WAS inevitable: a Rehnquist/Reagan royal wedding made merica more of a police state; so the Union had to balance things off with a freer society. Gorbachv made things very much freer than Russians had seen in the 80's but his death marked the birth of anarchy in the ussr. Hence, much more liberalism. Jeans, t-shirts, rock concerts, marijuana; everything was available out in the open here in the USSR. Suddenly the new premier gets accused of shipping arms to an enemy. A country who'd been siding with amerika. a country who'd gotten in the way of Union's interests in afganistan back in the 80's. Now, the press-- TASS, pravda, ussr today, The Evening, the Hartforsk Courante, and the New Yourfsko Minute all could never forgive a leader for supplying the enemy. Fred P. Hack, a journalist for the Postov, called the Kremlin Press Office at 18004249090 to hear and record the premier's latest speach. "Whehlll----" said the premier, who'd once been an adequate actor on the big screen and the prime-time announcer at a local radio station in des moinex iowovs. "I'd like to talk to you all today about the recent accusations regarding te shipping of arms to mexico. I had nothing to do with it. My advisors tell me to say that we are doing all we can to find out just WHO is shipping arms to this evil empire. An independent agency working for the KGB has been working diligently to get> to the bottom of this all, and they have found an interesting glitch in all this: all the invoices seem to have signature. Whehllll. I'll tell you now, and I'll make myself very clear: I did not; I repeat 'did not' sign those shipping orders. I've hired my own investigators now, to look into this. And if we find out that some persons have been using my signature to play meteor mercenary to these mexicans muckmouths, there will be TROUBLE. I remember one day when mother and me were driving up our west coast, the big blue ocean to our left, and giant redwoods to our right. And I thought..." "We're sorry mr. Premier," said the journalist in the back, "but we've all got to go to press. It was really nice chatting with you, and we hope to catch you at some more teleprompting screwups." Just then all the journalists filed out the room, leaving Raygun Roychievski all to himself. "I think we pulled it off," said te premier, to himself. "Whehlllll--you're right, I think we did." Tune in next time, when... "We have just outlawed Amerika. The bombing begins in thirty seconds..." THE WESLEYAN EXPERIENCE Prime Anarchist It's weeks later, and the Wesleyan thing just ended. Can you believe it? Basically, admin did a "divide and conquer" type thing. They agreed to most of the demands but the one they partially agreed to caused an "acting up" kind of thing. They agreed to have regular meetings discussing divestment allowing students to the beginning of each meeting. But an hour into each seeion they're gonna announce "closed session" and none of the students are gonna be allowed to be there discussing what THEIR tuition money'll be doing across the seas. It's kinda like taxes. Whether you like it or not, some of your money's down there killing Guatemalans and over there torturing Palestinians. CITICORPSE: Up To Their Old HiJinks by The 8th Defendant Ramon Milian-Rodriguez, chief money launderer for the Medellin cocaine cartel, now serving a 30-year prison term, testified that he personally laundered $2.4 billion a year in drug profits through Panama branches of Citicorp, and Chase Manhattan. The Citicorpse/Nazi Party relation goes deeper for sure, but that's as deep as I can dig it up. If anyone has any way of getting ahold of Rodriguez or any of his frendz please drop off a line to the BRO Box. NOTES FROM GROUND LEVEL by dust-f-ski 5 of 4 am. el restaurante. 4 guys trippin their brains out. One's got a creamer in his mouth squeezin it with his teeth.Anothers sayin "listn, keep it in your pans, man. Keep it in your mouth," tryin to sound like Humphrey Bogart, even though the word content is way off. Another is smokin a "cig" starin at the ashtray but focusing on something far beyond the tray way way out at least 3 miles from here. His eyes are buggin way out of his head. The last one isnt moving, at all. He's lettin his coffee sit there and stagnate, since he's facin away from me, it's hard to tell what his eyes are doing. The first one says, "I want scrambled eggs and dead bacon." The last one still aint movin, but I heard this come out of his head: "scrambled. Dead". His lips moved just a bit. I've got finger dislexia. I always reverse the 'u' and the 's' in jsut=just. I don't know why, they're not even near each other. We're talking l-3- h vs r-1-u hehe Well that's it for ati27.