Last weekend, the HOPE Number Six was held in the Big Apple. The HOPE convention–the east coast version of the Vegas hackers convention, defcon–was founded by Eric Gorden Corley, who goes by the nym, Emanuel Goldstein, after Orwell’s 1984 cult classic.
While the United States was introduced to ritual murders via cult dabblers, and basically, rather psychotically sociopathic individuals, beginning in the 1960s, it was not until the early 1980s that allegations of ritual murder began to evolve, indicating that a far more sinister plot might be afoot.
In his book, “The Sacred Executioner,” Hyam Maccoby notes: “A figure in mythology that has received little attention is that of the Sacred Executioner. […] By taking the blame for the slaying, he is performing a great service to society, for not only does he perform the deed, but he takes upon himself the blame […]
On Wednesday, April 13, 2006, 10-year-old Jamie Rose Bolin was reported missing by her father. Investigators thought she may have been abducted by someone she met online. Oklahoma law enforcement suspected her abductor might be heading just across the border to Texas and requested Texas issue an Amber alert.
Blogging began as an online journal of sorts whose initial goal created a means for jotting down thoughts or memorable moments and sharing them with family and friends. There were always the lone blogger, of course.
Childhood is deemed by our society to be the age of innocence–free from the adult burdens of working to meet physical and psychological needs. Optimistically, a child need not worry about whether they will have shelter, where their next meal will come from, whether or not they are loved. Or safe, for that matter.
“For some insane reason some people in Government have allowed a pedophile organisation called Nambla to exist, whose members are actually organising, planning, and financing an ongoing campaign designed to kidnap, rape, and then murder our children.” — rikijo, jedi of ro0t, alt.hackers.malicious
While non-verbal cues can come into play when observing social interaction, words are the very essence of human communication. With words, we can paint pictures of our subjective experience, share intimate and not so intimate information with others, identify common interests, provide consolation, and even entertainment.
Instead of spending the weekend in my usual code warrior mode, I spent it discussing various obscurities with visitors. Among these was the subject of time. I had made an offhanded comment that time does not move, in fact, does not exist, to which my visitors proclaimed, “But of course it does!”
The Internet, by its very nature, provides a means for individuals from around the world to come together to share societal, political, religious, and other views. The court of public opinion is migrating (some might say, leveled) to online communication. In an increasingly mobile society, this is the new community, the new frontier.
When the first murmurings of recovering memories of childhood sexual abuse appeared society was gripped in an almost religious fervor. Hardly a day went by when at least one talk show had a guest who claimed to have been sexually abused or yet another celebrity went public about their sexual abuse as a child.