cross-posted from: https://piefed.world/c/tech/p/1246200/pdf-a-hacker-s-arrest-reveals-microsoft-can-track-users-ip-history-even-with-vpn-full-we
You can read about it yourself here on page 12 (or page 8 of affidavit), then page 33 and down (page 29 of affidavit)
First one to notice this: Security researcher, VX-Underground.
You assume capitalism is about money. Money is the means. It’s becoming obsolete.
Its about control. Its about power. The lines of corporations, where they begin and end, are fake even on their own terms-the ownership structures are all a hapsburgian mesh of hedge funds and recursive investments.
Buy you can look at the actual power, who can make what happen, who has agency to do what. What they use it for. Fucking analyze this shit. How their rhetoric and aesthetics and means change.
Money worked because its faith in self interest and the democrayicish government. They can refine that. They have a version they like more now. They go to the faith directly, cut out the self, the interest. Yay, technology.
Mostly unrelated: The NSA had snitch chips mandated by at least the 90s, getting them out was a big push, I’m not sure if there was a gap where clean hardware was produced. They’re always trying.
You are correct.
Like, I actually don’t think I have any notes, at all, for once, hah.
No, yeah… once upon a time I was naive bright eyed idiot that thought the system was fucked, but at least theoretically could be fixed.
Worked for a few corps. Some genuinely good people, management never has any humanity.
One day… I walked past a crumpled lump, in the alley, just before the block with my building.
It was a person.
I’d… never actually seen that before, a homeless person, just sheltering under a blanket.
I could not shake this… it bothered me immensely… what was the point of this whole city, if that can happen? What the fuck am I even doing this for? Who am I trying to impress?
… Go out for lunch, walk past the same spot.
The lump is gone.
Men with essentially flamethrowers are burning the… spot, on the ground, where he was.
I had a complete break down, panic attack, whatever.
The existential dread became fully realized in the same moment I realized… I am part of this machine that eats people. I pull its levers. I am having a pathetic break down, whereas that man died.
That was it. That was what radicalized me.
Quit, worked for a non profit helping the homeless, after that.
You’ve seen more people die since. Do you still even count? You probably knew some of them. It hits different, doesn’t it? When its you losing one, rather than killing them? When you know you’ve saved some?