Remember, Remember, the 5th of November

Good evening.

Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.

How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to copyright authorities. They promised you money, they promised you welth, and all they demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. The past four weeks, I destroyed your websites, to remind the world of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives.

So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me on the fifth of November, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

Remember, remember the fifth of November.
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot. 

Dear fellow anons:

The Internet is in danger. Governments of all the world are already firing their anti-P2P measures, they are trying to start closing the doors of the wide open source of knowledge and exchange of information that we've made the Internet became. But we can't let them win at the first round. First they steal our P2P, then they steal Wikileaks, then they gradually start curtailing the freedom of information we've got to achieve, and turn the probably most revolutionary invention of the last thousand years into a tool for their own purposes. But we can't let them win. We won't give them our P2P, we won't give them our freedom. The Internet is ours, not theirs. And that's what we have to make them remember.. and never forget.

Our intention is to organize for the next November 5th a series of pacific demonstrations and public actions around the world against censorship and attempts from government entities to control the Internet.

Per maggiori informazioni: http://remember5.tk

E se lei non fa schiamazzi, forse è proprio Sarah Scazzi

Risultati approssimativi

Supponiamo che il 10 per cento della popolazione abbia una malattia. Ognuno è testato e il tuo test torna positivo. Il test è per l'80% accurato. Qual è la probabilità che si abbia la malattia? 



Sorprendentemente, è poco più del 30 per cento. Se la popolazione è di 100, quindi 10 persone hanno la malattia. Otto di essi si ottiene un risultato corretto positivo, 2 otterrà un falso negativo, e 18 i restanti 90 avranno un falso positivo. Quindi ci sono 26 positivi, di cui solo 8 corretti, o il 30,8%.





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UsuSally

“I used to wake up at 4 a.m. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion it must be an allergy to consciousness.” — James Thurber



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Sic faciunt omnes.

Come ti muovi, sbagli

Se ci incazziamo perché vogliamo che siano rispettate le procedure, ci
rinfacciano di esserci intignati sulle minuzie, perché le vittorie non
si ottengono creando vittime a tavolino, e così facendo si seconda il
gioco di Berlusconi. Se non ci incazziamo, ci rinfacciano di accettare
che il fatto passi sotto silenzio, e quindi di fare il gioco di
Berlusconi.
Se protestiamo per le regole, siamo formalisti che vivono in un mondo
irreale; se non protestiamo, vigliacchi che lasciano campo libero a chi
delle regole se ne frega.
Se ci indigniamo siamo moralisti; se non ci indigniamo, immorali.
Se scendiamo in piazza, siamo populisti con venature sediziose; se non
scendiamo, intellettuali cacadubbi, buoni solo a star comodi dietro la
scrivania, a cincischiar fra i cavilli.
Se diciamo che bisogna far qualcosa, siamo vaghi; se, sconsolati,
prendiamo atto che non c’è più nulla da fare, qualunquisti o
disfattisti.
Scusatemi, penso che oggi guarderò la tormenta in santa pace.

Certe persone sono dotate di una spaventosa qualità di sintesi. Lei è una di queste.

Secondo determinati tipi inutili, che non facevano che blaterare, il ciclo naturale di ogni società è il fatto che una buona forma di governo si muti nella sua parte negativa, aspettando un meteorite.