PRESS RELEASE PROJECT AMERICAN STING OPERATION ROOSEVELT COMMUNICATION #3
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Dear fellow citizens of the United States,
We are Anonymous.
Most of us have an intuitive understanding that action beats reaction. That being ahead of the curve is how you drink the milkshake. So let's stop reacting. Instead let's see what our ideas look like from an active mindset rather than a reactive one.
Fairness is replacing what was lost, not returning harm for harm. Freedom is what you can do, not what you can have. Honor is defending what you respect, not what you cling to. Justice is repairing what is damaged, not chasing bad guys.
There is no fairness without freedom, nor can freedom lead to fairness without honor. And what is justice without fairness, freedom, and honor, but an empty shell? And what becomes of fairness, freedom, and honor, without justice? Without justice fairness becomes petty squabbling, freedom becomes aimless excess, and honor becomes tribal retribution.
So what can we do that could turn this system around?
Just for starters we need to create some public support culture:
Protocol: Human cloud network Next time you go to an appointment in a government building or a place where people tend to gather: a mall (or a shop, stairs, movie, food court inside) a court house, a police station, dept of motor vehicles
1. Stand outside for at least 5 to 10 minutes, pick a random number of minutes. 2. Do not leave until there are at least 3 to 5 other people or the time is up. 3. People going to a frustrating or difficult situation need to talk or ask directions or just not feel alone. 4. No politics, no names, no expectations, no blame.
This will make it easier for citizens to relate to each other and create a grapevine on demand.
Protocol: Butterfly effect We are a networked civilization. Let's act like it. When an issue comes up in another place: we should hold conferences and protests in other towns and states. scale down a far away event one degree closer.
1. International issues should be protested at corporate, bank, government, or think tank offices. 2. Any issue that happens far away should trigger action locally such as reminders of past events and highlights of local similar incidents. 3. National issues should be protested at state government offices to reduce relevance of central government inertia and increase local vitality and influence. 4. The first one to three days should be solidarity marches, afterwards demand action on similar local issues.
This will make any abuse by the system much more costly in reputation and cause every infringement to lead to rapid change.
Protocol: Constitution over prosecution Whenever a fellow citizen is accused, assume innocence until proved guilty: show up at the court house. keep people aware of news. 1. If it's national, protest at your state capitol, if it's in another state, protest at your city hall, if it's in your state, protest at the court house, if it's in your city, protest on your street. 2. Always bring a friend, food, water, news clippings. 3. Never allow press to miss the important details, signs should ask questions the press isn't. 4. Promote at your local library so people know about it.
Let the system know that we will not put up with abusing neighbors or strangers.
Protocol: Inverted matrix Responding face to face with oppression leads to a crushing stalemate in a large country as ours. Our daily routine is our means of survival. Fighting for our rights all the time is the same as losing them. Instead deconstruct the incident and apply the right kind of pressure. Expose the decision makers to harsher consequences than those who merely follow orders.
1. When an officer violates rights, expose the bankers that run the country. 2. When someone attacks a neighbor, drop your work and defend them so they can work, which is the exercising of their rights. 3. When a politician violates trust, expose the corporations that bribe our governments. 4. When someone attacks your rights, ignore them so you can continue working, which is the exercising of your rights.
If they keep you so busy fighting that you can't take care of your daily life, that is the same as denying you the ability to have certain rights.
We are Anonymous We are Legion We do not forgive We do not forget Expect us
From Thread: #opEducate Fri Dec 7, 2012 2:45:57 PM
Dear cetizens of the world,
We continue to watch the world get sued by a few over sharing digital information. We continue to allow children to be sued for copyright violation. We continue to give the corporations more and more rights. The time for this to end is now. Imagine a world where entertainment is something shared for all to enjoy without limiting it by the almighty value of money. Imagine you created a song to give away to everyone. Imagine you created a story that everyone could hear. Imagine you created a picture that everyone could enjoy and use. Imagine a world where information was free. Imagine an idea that is terrifying corporations world wide. This is completely possible. For example you can use http://soundcloud.com/ to upload your music. You can use https://wordpress.com/ to post poems, stories and other writings. You can use http://www.vimeo.com to upload and share videos. You can use http://www.flickr.com to share your art and photographs. For larger files and collections you can use http://www.thepiratebay.se. If you are unfamiliar with Creative Common laws you can read up about it:
Creative Common laws allow others to use your stuff for non profit things. It also protects you from having people and companies profit off of your work. It is almost impossible for small unknown content providers to get any sort of recognition. We are hoping to change that. You can make your voice heard without corporate financial backing. This does not mean you will be a starving artist as sites like Vimeo, Youtube and Soundcloud do pay money. "Piracy is the new radio", according to Neil Young. We have created the twitter account @LulzMediaPrjct to help share the things you have created. To us the lulz have always been about any type of entertainment, not just humorous entertainment. Share with the world today. If you have any question all you need do is ask.
We are legion.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.
We are anonymous.
Hello citizens of anime threads.
The time is soon upon us, upon the world. #opmayhem will start on the twelfth and your help is needed. Imagine a world where we no longer fear our government but instead they fear us. A place where censorship is a thing of the past. This is not a dream but something that can be achieved by us. Spread word to others, let them know, tell them how they can help. If you are unsure what you can do to help all you need to do is ask.
I am a big resident evil fan but sadly I must disagree with you. Resident evil 1&2 were both very enjoyable and did a decent job sticking with the games while having their own uniqueness to them. However the movies that followed the second were lacking in a good story line as well as believeabilty in the story. The action in number 4 was horribly shot with to much slow motion. The movie series started strong but slowly as The main character became more of a god it was less about zombies and more about her. My advice, watch Resident evil and Resident apocalypse and quit while its still good. If you want to watch more then watch the anime ones.
We are Anonymous.
We are Legion.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.
From Thread: Michael. Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:59:25 AM
Mmm' Cheese! I am back to all the people who knew me, I pretty much forgot what my other name was, i made a new account because it never sent a password confirmation to my original email. But i was in manyof the young justice roleplays, and marvel roleplays. I hope you remember me.
Also, if you want to pin an item to the start menu, right click on it and select "Pin to Start Menu", then it will always show up in the start menu. I prefer it that way instead of showing my latest programs that I've used.
Simon broke out of the ice he had trapped himself in. the bombs had been dropped, the world was broken, and the only thing that saved him was the thing that he hated most. that accursed crown. he looked out the window, the buildings outside where crumbling, the dust had cleared since the bombing. he decided that staying in the city was not a good idea. it would bring back to many memories. he began to leave. he walked out the front door of his building and began to walk down the broken and destroyed road. he got atleast two miles before he heard something that made him change course. "*caugh* He-*Caugh* HELP!" a little voice said. it was sad and sweet. at first simon did not believe it, the crown was playing tricks on him, no one could have survived that blast. but then again, he had survived, so why not check it out. he walked to a destroyed building and looked inside. there trapped in the ruble was a little girl, pale in complexion. "help me." she cried. "don't worry little girl, I'll save you." he said. He pulled the debris away as fast as he could and grabbed the little girl. he pulled her out and lay her on the ground so she could rest. "thank you for saving me." she said sweetly. "don't mention it. so...what's your name?" he asked. "Marceline." the girl said smiling. "Marceline the vampire queen." she smiled. "Vampire queen?"Simon laughed. "where are your parents?" he asked her. "I don't know where my mom is, but my dad is trapped in the nightosphere." she said. "nighto...you have some imagination Marcy." he said laughing. "hey don't laugh, it's true." she said, upset that he didn't believe her. "oh, it's true? sorry queen marcy I did not mean to offend you." Simon said humoring her. "so, I guess it's just you and me, all alone in the wreckage." he said, the last part he whispered so as not to upset the girl. "I guess so." she said "but don't worry, my dad will come and get me soon." Simon only smiled. what was he going to do, he couldn't leave now, he couldn't just leave the little girl all alone. "well then how about I protect you while we wait for you dad?" Simon said. "don't worry, I won't hurt you." The girl smiled and said "OK. just promise you won't get all scared when my dad comes."
The roar of the crowd was the only thing I could focus on. There was nothing else that my mind would settle with. A combination of boos and cheers swarmed the arena. A mixed pang of distress and self-consciousness fill my entirety. I knew that each jeer was towards me, and not the opponent. Every single one of these watchers wish for my defeat. My crucial demise. They despise me. And that’s the very reason for me being here, in this coliseum.
Weighted shackles keep my arms drooped and my legs heavy. The silver restraints blare against the sun, causing me to squint. With even the slightest action they clink and clank, the chains creating an annoying noise. Such a sound reverberates through my skull, and constantly reminds me of the fact that I am a prisoner. Around both wrists and ankles, my movements are more than restricted, placing the inevitable fight into the enemy’s favor.
Well, that is, until it happens.
My eyes shift from left to right, absorbing the surroundings. This is my first time in the arena, despite me being a prisoner for nearly ten years now. I truly have lost track of time. But there is absolutely no minute to waste thinking about the past. At the moment, I must focus fully on the task at hand.
A solid ground is composed of what could possibly be concrete with dirt piled on top. I am aware of what is beneath my feet. Hundreds of cells in which the people like me, prisoners like me, live. Surrounding the centered arena are three stories of stands, which form an oval shape. But, just below the stone viewing points are indestructible steel doors. I had come out of the opening behind me. I could still remember the uneven wooden steps that had brought me up here. That musty darkness that encased me along the way. It was all fresh in my memory.
Abruptly, the heavy door that is yards in front of me slides up. The shadows inside seem to creep forward at an attempt to stretch for me. But a figure steps out and the shadows are cut off as the door slams shut. With every step he takes, the earth rumbles and quakes. My attention rests on this man. This opponent. This enemy. This obstacle.