November 25, 2002

an open letter

An open letter to the jerk that came up with the Security Advanced Research Projects Agency… you know, the one that’s gonna mine your credit card transactions, telephone and travel records and e-mail under the possibility that you’re a terrorist. Don’t worry, though, because Rumsfeld says you’re not worried. You’re not worried right? No need to debate this, right?

Dear Pentagon,

Fuck you you fucking fucks.

Yours truly,

Dane

An open letter to record companies, who shut down P2P music sharing sites, refuse to expose their financial practices that enslave musicians, and are trying their damndest to rewrite copyright law to make sure you can go to prison for archiving shit on media that doesn’t get all scratched to hell and suck.

Dear Record Companies,

Fuck you you fucking fucks.

Yours truly,

Dane

Any more letters that need to be sent?