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- Subject: hathcock redux
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- Date: Sun, 14 Mar 1999 02:08:41 +0100 (CET)
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At 06:50 PM 3/13/99 -0000, Anonymous wrote:
>Anonymous <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote, regarding a Carlos Hathcock II:
>To which Brian B. Riley replied:
>>For starters he was a friend of mine. For another he was crippled years
>>ago by MS and spent a lot of painful time in the hospital the last few
>...and his relevance to cypherpunkdom is... ?
Entirely social. There's a self-parodying (or not) hoplophile thread
that coexists here, because we're supposed to be paranoids, remember?
Never mind the aesthetics of the absolute functionality of the
blued steel, the precision machining, the satisfying clicks as interlocks
meet, the knurled wooden ergonomics, the gleaming yellow brass against the
blaze of copper red, the dull silver of the lead ogive... the beautiful
flare, the sharp crack of the gases exercising the impulse function of your
the thump in your hand and the resonant bell sound of your target (skillet,
platter, pie-tin) opening, metal gushing as it accepts the luscious
penetration of the
>and his relevance to cypherpunkdom is..
None. Just a fellow as skilled with his munitions as you are with yours.
None at all.