It's possible that even if you have "shared" the latest protection software off Kickass, you might download a virus, or trigger malware that could find every bank transaction you've made and steal your bank account info and password.
Reached for comment, Julian Assange said, "Look, I can't talk on the phone. The spics in the Ecuadorian Embassy have really gotten on my nerves with the terrible music they sing all day. They get underfoot like roaches. They smell way too spicy. Just use my standard quote that I believe in transparency for everyone except someone hiding from the law, like me."
However, Senior Mole, an "expert" in past ("Deja") and current ("Poo") Internet procedures, has made a comment. But first, the news item itself:
The rebuttal from Mr. Mole, a retired music thief in his 70's who Spotifies his ears and underwear every day:
"Why does the FBI fling their POO? Hacking is Freedom of Speech. So is sharing. Anything to do with the Internet should be off-limits to any type of law enforcement.
"These Americans are the worst. They harass decent people like Kim Dotcom and Hans Demented, and rave about silly things like "copyright" (which is copy WRONG) and something or other called "intellectual property," as if someone like me, with no brains, should be troubled by that.
"The banks should find a new paradigm. You know, if they simply gave away the money, and we all had a million pounds in the bank, we might buy CDs and DVDs and things, or at least be able to pay for a lovely terabyte drive to store what we "share." I hardly have room for all I stea-- uh, share. "If I still had some brain cells I'd love to be a hacker. They are smart enough to bully people and threaten them just as effectively as the Mafia used to do! Anyone that "shares" music and movies and software and porn is a hero, like Robin Hood. Everyone in the entertainment world is rich and should be stolen...ahhh, shared from.
"What troubles me are the darkies. They think I'M rich, and they keep trying to break into my home and take my wine, and laptop, and more wine, and my external drives, and the rest of my wine, and my wine glasses, too. That's stealing, not sharing! Go after the darkies, for heaven's sake, and forget the Internut. Inter gnat. Intercourse? Oh it's terrible, I put on a hat this morning that was a size too small, and I just can't think. Let me lie down for a while and listen to The Fifth Dimension and James Last..."
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