Copyright 1997 Pearl Publishing
"Did you notice the way 'Mojave' was misspelled?" the Shadow asked the Rich Man.
Bad BillyG nodded slowly, looked up at the Shadow and said, "I also noticed that he used the 'replay' remailer and spoke of 'deja vu.'"
"Indio?" the Shadow asked Bad BillyG, not having to wait for his confirmation to know that the anonymous writer was referring to the Wackenhut/Cabazon weapons fencing operation.
"I've got someone checking the physical site as we speak,"
BillyG told the Shadow, "but I think it's obvious
that the references to Lefty and the tassel-haired young woman
firing a shotgun with one hand means that these people recreated
an event that happened over a decade and a half ago, only
Bad BillyG paused to swallow, " only this time, the targets are us, not them."
The Shadow and his earthly compatriot turned their attention to the anonymous post, once again, confirming what they already knew, and scanning for more details of the writers veiled message, therein.
Subject: Not-News Gorilla NutWork Rocket-Launched
From: [email protected] (Anonymous)
Organization: Replay and Company UnLimited
To: [email protected]
[Not-News NetWork-- Mohave Desert] Aug 4/97
WHAT DOES A FIVE HUNDRED POUND GORILLA READ AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE? - sog
The "Not-News Gorilla NutWork" was rocket-launched in
the Mohave Desert
early yesterday morning by a rag-tag bunch of paramilitarist computer
gurus who unveiled an InterNet Bill of Bytes that included the words,
"MicroSoft shall make no laws..."
Angered by a self-appointed council of computer industry magnates
have announced their intention to seize fascist control of the quickly
burgeoning Information Highway by controlling the definition of all
information, the rebels set up a shooting range which contained a wide
variety of targets ranging from copies of the Wall Street Journal to
life-sized cardboard cut-outs of a hooded figure referred to only as,
"a billionaire to be named later."
A Che Guerva look-alike named Lefty (a nickname changed from "Lucky"
after a laboratory accident took three of the fingers on his right
hand) spoke openly about the group's loose-knit plans to impose their
own ratings system on corporations who have "taken it upon themselves
to decide what is news and what is not--what is information and what
"We have decided on two classes of ratings." explained
haired young woman as she slid shells into a Winchester Defender
sitting on her lap. "On..." she said, lifting the shotgun with one
hand, then liberating the hooded head from a nearby cardboard cut-out,
before turning back to say, with a Cheshire grin, "...and off."
The wide array of luxury automobiles and high-end computer gear
display at the gathering lent credence to the claim of a quiet older
man whose only comment during my presence was, "The people here
probably have a combined access to more soft targets than the NSA."
He turned to punctuate his statement, as many others did that day,
with a volley of fire that penetrated targets carrying the corporate
logos of a variety of big-name players in the computer industry.
Surprisingly, the conversation consisted almost totally of issues
surrounding privacy, self-determination and freedom from censorship,
with hardly a word being spoken about potential plans of action by
individuals or the group. As the quiet man's equally quiet wife
spoke in what seemed to be a deathly whisper, telling me, "Everyone
here knows what they have to do.", a man with a crude, homemade
rocket-launcher sent a flaming projectile into the side of a small
propane tank several hundred feet away, as if punctuating the last
and most meaningful statement of the day.
After quietly dispersing a few minutes later, the group packed
their weapons and climbed into their vehicles without a word between
them, each seemingly going their own separate ways.
I stayed on after the last of the others had left, reflecting
fact that I had arrived at this gathering by virtue of a late-night
phone call to my unlisted number, and found that I knew none of the
participants in the activities.
I had the strangest feeling that the others there had arrived
same anonymous process as I had, and I wondered if they were equally
mystified as to who had arranged this impromptu assembly of apparent
strangers joined in a common cause. Immediately, one of the pickup
trucks driving away backfired, and I thought of synchronicity, knowing
that the truck would backfire once again, which it immediately did,
before disappearing quietly out of sight.
Climbing into my own vehicle, I took a last look at the site,
had been cleaned and left exactly the way it was when I had first
arrived on the scene. I experienced a moment of deja vu, as if I had
just arrived and none of what I had experienced that day had truly
Somewhere in the distance, a vehicle backfired...
Disclaimer - I am not a reporter, I am not a paramilitarist, and I am
not a computer expert. I have no idea what I was doing there and I am
not even certain that I should be speaking about the event...but I am.
A Player To Be Named Later put down the 'Not-News Gorilla NutWork Rocket-Launched' post and scanned portions of the INSLAW/Octopus report from NaziWorld, once again.
The INSLAW Octopus
Software piracy, conspiracy, cover-up, stonewalling, covert action: Just another decade at the Department of Justice
By Richard L. Fricker
But prior to his arrest in 1991, Riconosciuto provided the Hamiltons with an affidavit that once again brought Brian into the Inslaw picture. "I engaged in some software development and modification work in 1983 and 1984 on proprietary PROMIS computer software product," he stated. "The copy of PROMIS on which I worked came from the US Department of Justice. Earl W. Brian made it available to me through Wackenhut (a security company with close FBI and CIA connections) after acquiring it from Peter Videnieks, who was then a Department of Justice contracting official with the responsibility for PROMIS software. I performed the modifications to PROMIS in Indio, Calif.; Silver Springs, Md.; and Miami, Fla."
The modifications included a telecommunications "trap door" that would let the US Government eavesdrop on any other organization using the pirated software, Riconosciuto said.
Although Brian denies any involvement with Inslaw or Riconosciuto,
the House Judiciary Committee received a report from a special
task force of the Riverside County, Calif., Sheriff's Office and
District Attorney, stating that on the evening of Sept. 10, 1981,
arms dealers, buyers and various intelligence operatives gathered
at the Cabazon Indian Reservation near Indio, Calif., for a demonstration
of night warfare weapons. The demonstration was orchestrated jointly
by Wackenhut and the Cabazon Indian tribe. (Many published reports
allege that the Wackenhut/Cabazon joint venture served as a weapons
fencing operation for Oliver North's Iran- Contra dealings.)
Bad BillyG involved in that mess?
A Player To Be Named Later shook his head negatively, to himself. It seemed unlikely, but it would explain a few things which had been troubling him, lately. And it would mean that the anonymous poster knew enough intimate details of an event that had been shrouded in deep secrecy to pose a threat to all those connected with the Indio affair.
It would also explain the apparently strange ending to a major play by the news and computer industry heavyweights calling themselves the 'Internet Content Coalition' that the anonymous post seemed to be threatening.
For starters, Microsoft made an immediate about-face, within hours of the anonymous post, on their plans to include technology supporting the Internet Content Coalition's aims in their next version of Internet Explorer.
From - Wed Aug 06 19:31:05 1997
From: [email protected] (Neva Remailer)
Subject: MicroGorilla Postpones Rocket-Launch Plans Until..."likely sometime next year."
> > The "Not-News Gorilla NutWork" was rocket-launched in the Mohave Desert
> > early yesterday morning by a rag-tag bunch of paramilitarist computer
> > gurus who unveiled an InterNet Bill of Bytes that included the words,
> > "MicroSoft shall make no laws..."
Steven Vonder Haar wrote, the very next day:
> Microsoft Corp. has tabled plans to include new technology in its
> Internet Explorer 4.0 browser that would have made "news" oriented
> sites exempt from content rating standards promoted for use on the
> > Angered by a self-appointed council of computer industry magnates who
> > have announced their intention to seize fascist control of the quickly
> > burgeoning Information Highway by controlling the definition of all
> > information, the rebels set up a shooting range which contained a wide
> > variety of targets ranging from copies of the Wall Street Journal to
> > life-sized cardboard cut-outs of a hooded figure referred to only as,
> > "a billionaire to be named later."
Steven Vonder Haar wrote, the very next day:
> RSAC President C. Dianne Martin said Microsoft is running out of time
> to implement the separate designation for news sites before the launch
> of the 4.0 version of Explorer later this year.
> > "We have decided on two classes of ratings." explained a tassel-
> > haired young woman as she slid shells into a Winchester Defender
> > sitting on her lap. "On..." she said, lifting the shotgun with one
> > hand, then liberating the hooded head from a nearby cardboard cut-out,
> > before turning back to say, with a Cheshire grin, "...and off."
Steven Vonder Haar wrote, the very next day:
> However, the company
> plans to include the news designation in the 5.0 version of Explorer
> when it is made available..."likely sometime next year."
There wasn't much doubt that 'Nobody' was pointing out to one
and all that the Internet Content Coalition was under siege, and
that the opening salvo by 'Anonymous' had brought the largest
corporation in history to its knees, in surrender.
A bold claim, but would this declaration of war in the battle of the giants to seize control of the official reigns of news and information on the InterNet be backed up in the end, by across the board results?
A Player To Be Named Later pored over a FreeAmerica report on the resurrection of the Inslaw ghosts in the mid-1990's.
[Earl W. Brian! Who had seized control of United Press International (UPI) in a deal every bit as shady as the Inslaw affair ]
[Near the Salton Sea, a long-time haunt of the Author, who brought a strange variety of computer gurus to the area, purportedly for Corvina fishing, but what was the real story about their travels there?]
[The RCMP and CSIS the same entities that the Author had shared a Russian language class with in Regina, Saskatchewan, just before the Moscow Olympics. Who had he encountered in that group who would later be instrumental in acquiring the PROMIS software for the Canadians?]
A Player To Be Named Later suddenly remembered the email to the
CypherPunks mailing list and the corporate headquarters of the
Internet Content Coalition that had been forwarded from the LMBoyd
Website, which was known to be a forum for the Circle of Eunuchs
to send veiled messages to set the stage for their more pointed
attacks on the Dark Forces.
It was an email that was sent out when the dark specter of the Internet Content Coalition first began to flex their muscles.
From - Fri Jul 25 19:38:14 1997
Subject: Sampler: July 25
To: multiple recipients of <[email protected]>
The serial killer does in one person at a time in
intervals. The mass killer murders however many in a
single mad rampage. The mass killer is usually suicidal.
The serial killer isn't.
Q. Does any animal deliberately stalk human beings for
A. None but the polar bear. At least, such is the claim
of the experts.
LMBoyd Web Site / U. S. Newspapers / Start Email / Stop Email
A Player To Be Named Later slapped his forehead, amazed that he had not seen the connection sooner between the 'mass murderer, serial killer stalking humans from the North' email, the Not-News threat singling out "a billionaire to be named later," and the email sent to the Internet Content Coalition players just before they held the meeting where they effectively folded their hand in their attempt to take over control over defining what was 'official' news on the InterNet, and what was not.
He reread, once again, the anonymous post sent just hours before the Internet Content Coalition's grand agenda bit the dust:
"In July, Anson Ng, a reporter for the Financial Times
was shot and KILLED in Guatemala. He had reportedly been trying
to interview an American there named Jimmy Hughes, a one-time
director of security for the Cabazon Indian Reservation secret projects.
"In April, a Philadelphia attorney named Dennis Eisman was found
DEAD, killed by a single bullet in his chest. According to a former
federal official who worked with Eisman, the attorney was found dead
in the parking lot where he had been due to meet with a woman who
had crucial evidence to share substantiating Riconosciuto's claims.
"Both Eisman's and Ng's deaths were declared 'suicides' by
"Fred Alvarez, a Cabazon tribal leader who was in vocal opposition
to the developments on the reservation, was found SHOT TO DEATH
WITH TWO FRIENDS in 1981. Their murder remains unsolved.
At last, the whole bizarre, implausible scenario finally came together in A Player To Be Named Later's mind.
The Author's presence near the belly of the beast in Indio had
not been a mere coincidence. When the Internet Content Coalition
made their move, the Circle of Eunuchs already had the information
they needed to connect several of the players in the proposed
news cartel with the trail of deaths surrounding both those involved
in the INSLAW debacle and the reporters closing in on the real
And they had made it more than plain that some of those involved in the Wackenhut-Cabazon arms deals were now playing for the opposition and that bullets don't discriminate between the rich and the poor.
A Player To Be Named Later was still mystified as to how the Magic
Circle had been able to pull off such a bold, in-your-face maneuver
on some of the Titans of the news and computer industries.
In the early days, after the dissemination of "The Xenix Chainsaw Massacre" had begun in 1989, the Circle of Eunuchs had come under fierce attack from a variety of sources from within the secret government hunting them. Mysterious deaths, established careers going up in flames, overnight. The Magic Circle had quickly disappeared far into the underground of computer society.
Then, the Circle had begun to show their hand, more and more, now reaching the point where they could apparently do battle with the heavyweights working behind the scenes with Gomez and the Dark Allies. But A Player To Be Named Later hadn't seen any indication that the Circle of Eunuchs had managed to gain possession of a hole-card that could account for unless
"Casolaro!" A Player To Be Named Later whispered, as if speaking the name aloud might bring down fire from the heavens. Quickly, he did a disk search for a vaguely remembered article from Conspiracy Nation
From the Patriot Archives ftp site at: ftp://tezcat.com/patriot
By Karen Bixman
(For The People *News Reporter*, 11/14/94)
On the morning of August 11, 1991, Danny Casolaro was found dead
in the bathroom of his hotel room at the Sheraton Hotel in
Martinsburg, West Virginia. His wrists had been slashed ten
times; his briefcase and notes were missing. The authorities
labeled the death a suicide, and before Casolaro's family had
been contacted, the body was embalmed.
If you would like "Conspiracy Nation" sent to your e-mail
address, send a message in the form "subscribe conspire My Name"
to [email protected] -- To cancel, send a message in the
form "unsubscribe conspire" to [email protected] but with
absolutely nothing in the subject line of the message.
Damn! He had nailed it!
Karen Bixman's article had confirmed everything that A Player
To Be Named Later had increasingly suspected as his mind pored
over the mountain of information which had seemed so tentatively,
but treacherously, related.
Bixman had laid down an utterly astounding, twisted trail of closely connected, mysterious deaths and blatant murders surrounding the INSLAW and Iran-Contra misdeeds that completed the connections between the past and current players in the battle for control of world supremacy in computer information and communications.
What's more, the timing of the disappearance of Danny Casolaro's extensive notes on the winding serpent of evil surrounding these affairs coincided with the Magic Circle's unmistakable reentry into manifest participation in the battle against the Evil One and the Dark Forces under his command.
The Coupe de Gras, however, was the source of the Conspiracy Nation
Prairienet.org! From whence sprang the apparently unrelated Bureau42 clique who had seized the opportunity to host 'The True Story of the InterNet' transcripts, despite the troubled and bloody history of those who had done so in the past.
Bianca had mentioned to Mike Denney, at Basis Inc., that she had been prepared to hack the Bureau42 servers when they came under attack upon placing 'Part II' and 'Part III' on their system, but that they had managed to clear up the problems that developed on their own, and had done so in a surprisingly short period of time.
Only one thing was still bothering A Player To Be Named Later.
Microsoft had been the first member of the Internet Content Coalition to publicly fold their hand in the battle to control news and information ratings across the InterNet, but Gates seemed, on the surface, to be less visibly connected to the extremely messy past misconduct of the others, and thus seemed to have the least to lose if the shit hit the fan.
Gate's quick concession to the veiled threats had definitely been the catalyst in causing the hasty retreat of the other members of the news cartel that had seemed to be on the drawing board for quite some time in the plans of Gomez and the Dark Allies but why?
Bill Gates had not become the richest and most overtly powerful individual on the face of the earth by fighting against the grand designs of the Evil One, but he seemed to be playing his cards close to his chest, in a manner that suggested that he had an agenda of his own that might not run exactly parallel to that of the Dark Forces.
What was BillyG's game?
A Player To Be Named Later had been involved in the grand battle taking place behind the scenes of everyday reality for long enough to know that it was all done with mirrors.
"And each man, in his time, plays many parts." he said, perplexed for the moment.
"To Shakespeare!" A Player To Be Named Later
said, lifting his glass in toast. "A member of the Magic
Circle, if there ever was one."
"If there ever was one " he repeated, smiling at his unintentional inside joke.
The Shadow was watching Bad BillyG closely, for any sign of subterfuge
in his inner demeanor.
"You're certain about Blanc Weber?" he asked, once again.
"Well, I could be wrong, but we've investigated her thoroughly, and every indication is that all that nonsense about her development of the HydroCube is just that-nonsense."
BillyG shrugged his shoulders, apparently unconcerned with what
he regarded as a small, internal company matter.
"I could have her isolated, but I don't really see much point. If she is hiding something, then it's probably better not to let her know how closely she is being monitored. Perhaps you should put some of the Dark Allies on her tail for a while, in case there is something that my people have missed."
"No, I don't think that will be necessary." the
Shadow replied, casually.
He had instructed his men to monitor Blanc Weber's movements and activities months ago, as well as those of the spooks Bad BillyG had assigned to watch her. His own spooks had likewise turned up nothing positive, but he had pressed the matter with Gates in order to judge his reaction just the same.
"Well, her digital implant went according to plan," BillyG added, "so we will be able to yank her chain on a moment's notice, if it becomes necessary to do so, in the future."
The "billionaire to be named later" sat back and allowed himself to indulge in the luxury of looking forward to the moment when A Player To Be Named Later would find out much, much more than he really wanted to know about Bad BillyG's plans for the tattered remnants of the Magic Circle who were attempting to interfere with his own vision of the direction the future of the InterNet should take at this nadir point in time, when the battle for control of virtual reality was about to explode into every single facet of human life
Bubba Rom Dos thought about the forefather of his technical namesake,
who had so far managed to walk with the Evil One as far as the
bridge in his rise to riches, fame and power a hundred years in
The Cowboy, Priscilla, Alexis, Jonathan, and d'Shauneaux were likewise joined with him in contemplation of this paradoxical figure from the past whose role in the great battle between the Forces of Light and the Forces of Darkness had remained an enigma throughout the history and legends of the Circle of Eunuchs.
Friend or foe, there was no denying that Billy the Kid was going to play a major role in the direction that the thundering train of history was about to take as it approached the crossroads of destiny on its way to an ElectroMagnetic Future where freedom would hinge on the free flow of Taoist bytes routing around the enslaving chains of Fascist bits that Gomez and the Dark Allies had been carefully laying in place since the dawn of the Computer Era.
Bubba Rom Dos, sage and savant, deviant and derelict, raised a glass of "Bubba's Special Reserve" in toast, proclaiming as the tattered remnants of the Magic Circle joined him in his libations, "To Billy the Kid or Bad BillyG to the things that he did or to what he may be "
The Trei Transponder began softly humming in the background, as
if trying to tell the small assembly something very, very important
for them to know.
Then it fell silent
Copyright "Anonymous TruthMonger <[email protected]>"
"That's not a government backdoor <bug>. It's a hacker's backdoor <feature>."