Where is concrete Afterburner when we need him?   

163.76.200.94:7066 open socks4 proxy was used on 24 November for a
Hipcrime attack on nanae. And I got the port number by Googling so it
must have been open and was probably abused before that date.

It was used late North American Monday for a Hipcrime attack on
24hoursupport.helpdesk and the same open proxy was still there Tuesday
at 12:15 GMT.

At one time, RCN (formerly Erols) had the famous Afterburner on its
abuse desk. Now, it seems to have Dave Null.

Remember - go to RCN for your net-abuse needs. You put up a phishing
page? It will still be up on Valentine Day. You can get Giganews with
only IP authentication through RCN.

--
nobody
watching  you,  no voice pursuing  you, no sound  except the singing of the
kettle and the friendly ticking of the clock.
     'There's no telescreen!' he could not help murmuring.
     'Ah,'  said  the old  man,  'I  never had  one  of  those things.  Too
expensive. And I never seemed to feel the need of it, somehow. Now that's a
nice  gateleg table in the corner there. Though of course you'd have to put
new hinges on it if you wanted to use the flaps.'
     There  was a  small  bookcase in  the other  corner,  and Winston  had
already  gravitated  towards it.  It  contained  nothing but  rubbish.  The
hunting-down  and  destruction  of  books  had  been  done  with  the  same
thoroughness in the prole quarters as everywhere else. It was very unlikely
that  there  existed anywhere in  Oceania a copy  of a book printed earlier
than 1960. The old man, still carrying the lamp, was standing in front of a
picture  in a rosewood frame which hung on the other side of the fireplace,
opposite the bed.
     'Now,  if you happen to be interested in old prints at all--' he began
delicately.
     Winston  came across  to examine the picture. It was a steel engraving
of  an oval  building with rectangular windows, and a small tower in front.
There  was a railing  running round the building, and at the rear end there
was  what appeared to be a statue. Winston gazed at it for some moments. It
seemed vaguely familiar, though he did not remember the statue.
     'The  frame's fixed  to the  wall,'  said the  old man,  'but I  could
unscrew it for you, I dare say.'
     'I  know that  building,' said Winston finally. 'It's a ruin now. It's
in the middle of the street outside the Palace of Justice.'
     'That's  right.  Outside the Law Courts.  It was bombed in -- oh, many
years ago. It was a church at one time, St. Clement's Danes, its name was.'
He  smiled apologetically, as though conscious of saying something slightly
ridiculous,  a

date: Wed, 12 Dec 2007 01:39:36 GMT   author:   Tester