Hosting a Highly Inflammatory Document? 471
IndianaKim writes "I have been asked if I can host or assist in hosting a highly inflammatory document that reflects poorly on a Police Department. I want to help, but I also do not want the headache and possible subjection to search warrants and/or illegal searches. The document is so inflammatory that it could interest the FBI and DoJ and cause them to investigate the government officials involved. I live in the same county, but not the same city, and therefore could be subject to a search (legal or not) by some of these government agencies. I have been asked to host it on a server outside of the US. At this time, I do not have the ability to do that, but I could set it up if I needed to. My question is: would you host it if you were asked? How would you go about protecting the document and yourself?"
There's no TIME to lose.... (Score:3, Funny)
To borrow from Captain Braxton. And, To borrow from /. and Terminator 2, and more from Trek you will need to start with:
-- 5 million sun-block,
-- super-mega tinfoil hat, polymorphic
-- Federation Timeship Aeon, mk IV
-- Subspace polarization inhibitor, non-time-domain-collapsing
-- Fluidic Gateway to unlimited supply of Ketracel White
-- Vidian anti-aging/anti-phaging cream
because one, more or all of the cogizant agencies may have reasons to knock your ass across 5 timelines, 27 dimensions, dozens of gender and species reassignments, and multiple states of matter...
GOOD LUCK!
(I survived my own ordeal, but it was QUITE a harrowing experience eludi$_#$#@#*_#@*_*$_*&#&_$(+$%$)
Dude... (Score:2, Funny)
Post it on /b/. You can trust Anon. He's from the internet.
Hmm... Username is "IndianaKim" (Score:4, Funny)
I think we know where to send the black helicopters!
Re:1. Upload to Wikileaks with Xerobank 2. Link to (Score:3, Funny)
i always found it odd that flammable and inflammable mean exactly the same thing...
am curious (Score:5, Funny)
Now I'm curious. Be sure to post another story pointing to the wikileaks url once it goes up.
Re:1. Upload to Wikileaks with Xerobank 2. Link to (Score:2, Funny)
They don't.
Inflammable is when it's MORE than Flammable.
Just ask the Infamous El Guapo.
Re:1. Upload to Wikileaks with Xerobank 2. Link to (Score:5, Funny)
Depending on how important/inflammable this document is, I might look into buying a cheap 20GB laptop hard drive, installing ubuntu, going to a star bucks, doing the above and then "disposing" of the drive and all media so that there are no questions.
You could probably sell the hard drive on eBay, make a few bucks. I wouldn't worry about scrubbing it tho. Nobody checks those things.
Posting on Slashdot? (Score:5, Funny)
Well the first thing I would do is post about it on Slashdot under my username. That way the cops could have absolutely no way to trace it back to me.
Think twice (Score:5, Funny)
Best to do it from the computer of someone that you genuinely despise. This makes it a 2-for-1 when the cops and their associates go after the other guy.
Re:1. Upload to Wikileaks with Xerobank 2. Link to (Score:5, Funny)
Depending on how important/inflammable this document is, I might look into buying a cheap 20GB laptop hard drive, installing ubuntu, going to a star bucks, doing the above and then "disposing" of the drive and all media so that there are no questions.
You could probably sell the hard drive on eBay, make a few bucks. I wouldn't worry about scrubbing it tho. Nobody checks those things.
Well, I have several problems with that. One is that it is uncharacteristic of me to sell something on ebay. Especially hardware like that. This could be easily seen as odd behavior leading them to the drive. The other is that it's probably becoming common to check drives for interesting stuff when you buy them on eBay. The other is that I don't care about the money a 20GB drive would net me if I'm dealing with the law.
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No, I am afraid my course of action would be to vigorously scrub the drive, take the drive apart and spot weld the platters together to make a set of ugly ass coasters with magnets attached as feet to the coaster. I would keep the set in plain view in my living room. Then one day when a guest inquired about them I could say, "Funny story
Just pay a Nigerian spammer to do it. (Score:1, Funny)
Have them e-mail it to everybody in their lists, somebody is bound to get it.
Re:I know where . . . (Score:5, Funny)
Good point about "the professionals". For one thing, Wikileaks is smart enough not to go to Slashdot for legal advice.
The fools, where else can you get expert IANAL legal advice? I mean besides Jack Thompson?
Re:Hmm... Username is "IndianaKim" (Score:2, Funny)
Re:I know where . . . (Score:2, Funny)
I'd assume he wants to be viewable by people other than pedosexuals, so that rules out Freenet.
Re:Balls Out (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Use Tor (Score:5, Funny)
and for gods sake make sure you use the ransom font! un_trace_able
Re:Use Tor (Score:1, Funny)
Re:I know where . . . (Score:5, Funny)
I'm not sure I believe your story. Police can't just randomly detain citizens, and if they did there's recourse like suing the department for violating Supreme Court rulings.
Indirection and Protection (Score:2, Funny)
BUY A DOMAIN CALLED (Score:2, Funny)
and then post it to slashdot under false pretenses
???
PROFIT! i didn't mean to yell. sorry.
Re:1. Upload to Wikileaks with Xerobank 2. Link to (Score:2, Funny)
was that the sound of something going down in flames and burning up?
Don't be paranoid. Really, who is watching YOU. (Score:5, Funny)
For this to work you would also have to change your wireless interface's Ethernet MAC (hardware) address.
(Yes, it's paranoid, but so is the original question.)
No, none of this security "voodoo" is required at all. It's nothing but paranoid delusional compulsion driven obsessiveness.
Really, who is going to be watch 'YOU?' You are nothing, a tiny insignificant electron fart on the massive, anonymous Internet freeway. There is no way that anyone could possibly track such a posting back to you even if you sent it from the comfort of your West Virginia trailer park, wood panelled double-wide. By the way, the cat is scratching at the door. Please let her in. The noise is driving me nuts.
...anyway. Like I was saying, the level of grandiosity required to believe that jack-booted, neo-conservative thugs with brush cuts and small testicles are following the every movement of this document and your friend Herb's handling of it is just beyond the bounds of all sane thought processes.
Damn it Frank, let that frikin' cat in already. Put down the JVC multi-function remote. Holy crap, man. You DVR'ed the mud wrestling match last night while your aunt Emma was over for dinner. It's not like you can't pause the damn show. Don't you know that Princess is very sensitive to heat and humidity? Maybe you won't have to take her to the vet 20 times this summer (like you had to last year) if you leave her in air conditioning for a change.
So, have we learned anything? No one is watching you. The government doesn't care what you do with that damn document that Herb wants you to host for him. No need to take ANY type of security/privacy countermeasure!
We ... I mean, the government is not watching anything you do. Really. This is the voice of reason speaking to you.
Stick it to the wikileaks man! (Score:2, Funny)
Do it yourself, don't bow to the leaks hegemony!
Safe Enough (Score:2, Funny)
the easy way: first off have your "pal" burn it to cd-rom - do not put it on your hd - then do a little wi-fi war driving. after finding a decent (commercial) hot spot, upload it to any of several hosting sites like rapidshare etc directly from the disc. then write the link on a bathroom wall. all done. if a takedown notice is ever filed against the host it won't matter, your opus will have already spread like the clap.
yes, you can tor and onion ad infinitum but in less time than it took to write this post you could have uploaded the bombshell, and gotten out of the house to boot.
for x-tra security use an old wi-fi card from an out of town church tag sale. park far away. wear shades, a bad wig and a porn star 'stache whilst perusing the tables. a large sock in the trousers wouldn't hurt either. think misdirection.
- js.
True enough (Score:1, Funny)
I dare them to check my posting history!
-A.C.
Re:Think twice (Score:3, Funny)
Best to do it from the computer of someone that you genuinely despise.
Good thinking. Er, can I use your computer for a few minutes?
Re:I know where . . . (Score:5, Funny)
Maybe Goblins were out of season?
Re:I know where . . . (Score:3, Funny)
Joy in the guy getting his comeuppance, does that fall under the same thing?
He'd previously sued me because my dogs barked at him when he was trespassing on my place and stealing my stuff (he also teased the dogs, then filed complaints when they barked -- mind you we lived right next to the airport runway, so what's this about noise??)
Far as I was concerned, justice was finally being done, and the Blind Lady deserved a good cheer.
Not Without My Court-Ordered Injunction (Score:1, Funny)
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