XPost: alt.politics.immigration, alt.politics.trump, alt.fan.rush-limbaugh   
   XPost: talk.politics.misc   
   From: OFeem1987@teleworm.us   
      
   Dark Brandon wrote this post while blinking in Morse code:   
      
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   An Hacker there was, one of the finest sort   
   Who controlled the system; graphics was his sport.   
   A manly man, to be a wizard able;   
   Many a protected file he had sitting on his table.   
   His console, when he typed, a man might hear   
   Clicking and feeping wind as clear,   
   Aye, and as loud as does the machine room bell   
   Where my lord Hacker was Prior of the cell.   
   The Rule of good St Savage or St Doeppnor   
   As old and strict he tended to ignore;   
   He let go by the things of yesterday   
   And took the modern world's more spacious way.   
   He did not rate that text as a plucked hen   
   Which says that Hackers are not holy men.   
   And that a hacker underworked is a mere   
   Fish out of water, flapping on the pier.   
   That is to say, a hacker out of his cloister.   
   That was a text he held not worth an oyster.   
   And I agreed and said his views were sound;   
   Was he to study till his head wend round   
   Poring over books in the cloisters?  Must he toil   
   As Andy bade and till the very soil?   
   Was he to leave the world upon the shelf?   
   Let Andy have his labor to himself!   
   		-- Chaucer   
   		[well, almost.  Ed.]   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)