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#A69PKX (1+1) / @goren / 575 дней назад

Wy, czy mnie wspominacie! ja, ilekroć marzę

O mych przyjaciół śmierciach, wygnaniach, więzieniach,

I o was myślę: wasze cudzoziemskie twarze

Mają obywatelstwa prawo w mych marzeniach.

Gdzież wy teraz? Szlachetna szyja Rylejewa,

Którąm jak bratnią ściskał carskimi wyroki

Wisi do hańbiącego przywiązana drzewa;

Klątwa ludom, co swoje mordują proroki.

Ta ręka, którą do mnie Bestużew wyciągnął,

Wieszcz i żołnierz, ta ręka od pióra i broni

Oderwana, i car ją do taczki zaprzągnął;

Dziś w minach ryje, skuta obok polskiej dłoni.

Innych może dotknęła sroższa niebios kara;

Może kto z was urzędem, orderem zhańbiony,

Duszę wolną na wieki przedał w łaskę cara

I dziś na progach jego wybija pokłony.

Może płatnym językiem tryumf jego sławi

I cieszy się ze swoich przyjaciół męczeństwa,

Może w ojczyźnie mojej moją krwią się krwawi

I przed carem, jak z zasług, chlubi się z przeklęstwa.

Jeśli do was, z daleka, od wolnych narodów,

Aż na północ zalecą te pieśni żałosne

I odezwą się z góry nad krainą lodów,

Niech wam zwiastują wolność, jak żurawie wiosnę.

Poznacie mię po głosie; pókim był w okuciach,

Pełzając milczkiem jak wąż, łudziłem despotę,

Lecz wam odkryłem tajnie zamknięte w uczuciach

I dla was miałem zawsze gołębia prostotę.

Teraz na świat wylewam ten kielich trucizny,

Żrąca jest i paląca mojej gorycz mowy,

Gorycz wyssana ze krwi i z łez mej ojczyzny,

Niech zrze i pali, nie was, lecz wasze okowy.

Kto z was podniesie skargę, dla mnie jego skarga

Będzie jak psa szczekanie, który tak się wdroży

Do cierpliwie i długo noszonej obroży,

Że w końcu gotów kąsać rękę, co ją targa.

#XSR7AY (1) / @goren / 642 дня назад

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoIU7O030VE
What was I thinking, what was I thinking
What was I thinking, what could I have been thinking
It's going one time, it's going two times
Sold to the gent who wears the stunned expression

As I took it off their hands
A five pound note was changing hands
As I took it off their hands
I had plans, I had plans

[CHORUS:]
Now that I own the BBC
What am I supposed to do with this thing
Now that I own the BBC
What am I supposed to make of this thing

All this power, all this glory
All these DJs and all these lorries
What was I thinking, what was I thinking
What was I thinking, what could I have been thinking

Hey Rupert Murdoch, help me out
I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind
You know the way to lay things out
For the refined and unrefined

[CHORUS]

Hey Ted Turner, help me out
I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind
You know the way to work things out
To colorize and still feel fine

[CHORUS]

Make of it what you will, make of it what you will
Make of it what you will, make of it what you will

Should we go brighter, should we go lighter
Should we go whiter, go left or righter
What was I thinking, what was I thinking
I wasn't drinking, what could I have been thinking

[CHORUS]

Make of it what you will, make of it what you will
Make of it what you will, make of it what you will

[CHORUS]

#06SSRI (0+8) / @goren / 1946 дней назад

Посмотри на этого мужчину и спроси самого себя, что с ним не так?
Почему в его взгляде железо, в его осанке сталь, а вместо кожи свинец?
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#9RBEUB (3+8) / @goren / 2063 дня назад

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 willing 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.

#8Y2QEY (0+1) / @goren / 2678 дней назад

Пришло время напомнить, что изнасилование == изнасилование.

#TDJQW4 (2) / @goren / 2713 дней назад

Юрий Мамлеев всё.

#BN2LFW (3) / @goren / 3076 дней назад

Жизнь прекрасна и удивительна.

#RL1JG4 (6) / @goren / 3680 дней назад
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