Man, I love destroying websites. This thing is my favorite new toy. There's something really satisfying about watching a blimp fly through Ted Kenndey's nose. Or sending meteors into Neil Cavuto, over and over gain.
And it doesn't mean anything right? Because it's just a freakin' website. It's not even graffitti unless I youtubed the destruction.
And what about these guys from Wired? They made penises rain down from the sky onto this girl during a CNET interview in Second Life. That's pretty funny, lol. Griefers, they're called. People that live to fuck up virtual worlds.
And man, back in the day when this stuff was just text, this griefer named Mr. Bungle raped this chick with chat text over and over in Lambda Moo until she screamed and cried in real life and never wanted to login again.
No way am I saying we shouldn't send blimps through Ted Kennedy's nose. That's just too tempting. But the more of ourselves we put in virtual worlds, the more substance digital attacks will have. It's only once they have substance that people would attack, anyway. Who wants to grief something no-one cares about?
If the online world is made of light, it's also made of relationships. Attack those and you attack the substance of the thing itself. If nothing else, it blurs the lines of what terrorism means. After all, terrorism isn't about the explosions, it's about the fear. And if your home is threatened, you get the fear, even if the home in question is rendered polygons.
Right now, we don't know it, but we're redrawing the line of terrorism one griefer at a time. Whatever, right? I'm going to go throw meteors at Dick Cheney's shiny head.
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