Armed and Dangerous

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Armed and Dangerous

The 1999 Communications Decency Act was a lot more liberal than its predecessor of a couple of years ago. It did allow for wiretapping, but it was put to much better use.

We approached in stealth under the cover of darkness. We stopped down the block to discharge several of our passengers. Halfway to the target house we cut the engine, turned off the lights and coasted to a stop.

Silently, we disembarked from the vehicle. With a hand signal, I dispatched two of my comrades to each corner of the building in the front. I waited out front. Two clicks in my earpiece let me know that the team in back was in place.

I raised the bullhorn to my mouth. "This is the ATF (that's American telecommunications Force). You are in violation of section 32A, subparagraph iii of the CDA. Shut down your computers at once and come out with your hands up."

"We have the place surrounded. All inbound and outbound packets have been stopped. Email is impossible. Give yourself up."

We heard scurrying inside. Someone shouted an obscenity, "You dirty copper, you'll never take our files intact!"

Oh my GOD! They were destroying the evidence. I barked into my radio. "All teams in NOW!"

Two of my men came up with a battering ram and smashed the front door into the hallway with a single stroke. I heard the rear door give way at the same time. Agents rushed in from every window and door with remote mouses drawn. I personally caught the ringleader in mid CTRL-ALT-DELETE. "Hands up, you scum." I ordered.

In a matter of moments it was over. The biggest SPAM-bust in history.

The agent in the van called for backup as soon as he saw us rush in. There was no need for secrecy now. Cop cars with flashing lights filled the street.

We marched the prisoners out into the now crowded street. The mob, upon learning the facts, were out for blood. "Dirty SPAMMERS!" they yelled. We had a near-riot on our hands. So in accordance with provision 56B, subparagraph iv (amended), we dispensed with a little vigilante justice.

"You know the ruling." I admonished my stunned captives. "One spank for every file in every newsgroup. Given what we've scanned off your computer in the last week alone, we have enough on you to paddle all five of your behinds continuously for the next 40 years."

"Now if you're willing to turn yourselves over to your neighbors here for daily spankings, we can cut a deal. I'll keep the evidence, and this will never come to court. You, however, will have your disks confiscated, and will be restricted to posting in alt.quilting.fractals."

The crowd lined up. We appointed one matronly lady as the overseer to schedule the punishments and make sure that they were carried out.

Another night's work done. It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it. The world must be made safe for spankos.

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