So seven and a half years ago ago, a writer for suck.com said:
«IRC, at its best, is a chance to trade obscenities and pirated software in real time while inflating one's own ego with other losers in faraway dark rooms with even less of a life than you, if that's possible.
IRC seems to be the net's equivalent of East Palo Alto, a grimy evil place of belligerent drug lords in the middle of a land of gold.»
And today, here in the future, we have this brainwave from the New York Times, the paper of record for whatever its reporters pull out of their asses:
«Even as much of the Internet has come to resemble a pleasant, well-policed suburb, a little-known neighborhood known as Internet Relay Chat remains the Wild West. While copyright holders and law enforcement agencies take aim at their adversaries on Web sites and peer-to-peer file-sharing networks like Napster, I.R.C. remains the place where people with something to hide go to do business.»
Read the article. Let it make you feel dirty.
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