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we've all heard about cyberpunk and cipherpunk, but here's something new:

textpunk.

That's right. Textpunk

Newspaper articles, BBSs (like this one), IRC, ASCII art, Kopipe, program source code, Novels, View HTML source, Google search engine, Mathematics, Hieroglyphics, The Rosetta Stone, Gutenberg Bible...

A textpunk doesn't sit there waiting for information to be slowly fed to him drip at a time by the gogglebox. A textpunk is thirsty for knowledge and 100% focused - they read old school hacker textfile zines. They don't waste their time with lame imageboarders: instead they're doing crazy abstract shitposting on /prog/ with thoughts and concepts twisted up so with many levels of irony that it becomes an art form.

Textpunks recognize and understand the true power of kopipe - how a well crafted piece of text can be so damn powerful that it alone can trigger thousands of replies with so much veracity within days. They see through things down into the core of what really counts, everything in the computer is built of text, ascii, strings of bits - They don't care about the latest 3D GUI environment fads. No, that's just a distraction. 7-bit clean ascii program source code. That's textpunk.

Look at how text has shaped humanity: The birth of writing systems was correlated with some of fastest advances of science and technology in early human history. Mass production of the Bible took power away from a few select monks and democratized paving the way for people to start thinking for themselves. Programming is text and it's the closest thing there is in the world to true wizardy and spell casting. Talking about real SICP-type programming here, not that modern garbage.

Today textpunks build up digital libraries of books and stick it to the copyright cartel. Schwarz, lib gen, the gentoomen library, and so many anonymous sources that tireless scan and collect books.. Textpunks are the people in tune with modern digital society of ultrafast cost-free transmission of text, they're the ones rethinking and revolutionizing publishing mixing it with open rights and making works available online.

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OP I think you'll find these textfiles interesting:
Hack This Zine
Textfiles.com Historical Texts

Text is a superior medium.

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textpunk A E S T H E T I C

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I am the bone of my SICP.
Scheme is my body, and Lisp is my blood.
I have typed over 1024 parentheses.
Unknown to Java.
Nor known to C#.
Have withstood emacs to write many programs.
Yet these skills will never lead to a career.
So as I pray, Unlimited Satori Works!

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I am the Bel of my Air.
CTRL+C is my body, and CTRL+V is my blood.
I have reposted over a thousand posts.
Unaware of post limits. Nor aware of flood protection.
Withstood bans to ruin many threads.
Waiting for one's arrival.
I have no regrets, this was the only path.
My whole life is Unlimited Copy-Pasta Works.

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I am the bone of my essay.

Procrastination is my body, and caffeine is my blood.

I have ignored over a thousand deadlines.

Unknown to MLA format, nor known to passing grades.

I have withstood responsibility to fail many classes.

Yet those classes will never teach anything.

So, as I hand in,

UNLIMITED LATE WORKS

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"The only possible opening for a statement of this kind is that I detest writing. The process itself epitomizes the European concept of "legitimate" thinking; what is written has an importance that is denied the spoken. My culture, the Lakota culture, has an oral tradition, so I ordinarily reject writing. It is one of the white world's ways of destroying the cultures of non-European peoples, the imposing of an abstraction over the spoken relationship of a people.

So what you read here is not what I've written. It's what I've said and someone else has written down. I will allow this because it seems that the only way to communicate with the white world is through the dead, dry leaves of a book. I don't really care whether my words reach whites or not. They have already demonstrated through their history that they cannot hear, cannot see; they can only read (of course, there are exceptions, but the exceptions only prove the rule). I'm more concerned with American Indian people, students and others, who have begun to be absorbed into the white world through universities and other institutions. But even then it's a marginal sort of concern. It's very possible to grow into a red face with a white mind; and if that's a person's individual choice, so be it, but I have no use for them. This is part of the process of cultural genocide being waged by Europeans against American Indian peoples' today. My concern is with those American Indians who choose to resist this genocide, but who may be confused as to how to proceed.

(You notice I use the term American Indian rather than Native American or Native indigenous people or Amerindian when referring to my people. There has been some controversy about such terms, and frankly, at this point, I find it absurd. Primarily it seems that American Indian is being rejected as European in origin--which is true. But all the above terms are European in origin; the only non-European way is to speak of Lakota--or, more precisely, of Oglala, Brule, etc.--and of the Dineh, the Miccousukee, and all the rest of the several hundred correct tribal names.

(There is also some confusion about the word Indian, a mistaken belief that it refers somehow to the country, India. When Columbus washed up on the beach in the Caribbean, he was not looking for a country called India. Europeans were calling that country Hindustan in 1492. Look it up on the old maps. Columbus called the tribal people he met "Indio," from the Italian in dio, meaning "in God.")

It takes a strong effort on the part of each American Indian not to become Europeanized. The strength for this effort can only come from the traditional ways, the traditional values that our elders retain. It must come from the hoop, the four directions, the relations: it cannot come from the pages of a book or a thousand books. No European can ever teach a Lakota to be Lakota, a Hopi to be Hopi. A master's degree in "Indian Studies" or in "education" or in anything else cannot make a person into a human being or provide knowledge into traditional ways. It can only make you into a mental European, an outsider.

I should be clear about something here, because there seems to be some confusion about it. When I speak of Europeans or mental Europeans, I'm not allowing for false distinctions. I'm not saying that on the one hand there are the by-products of a few thousand years of genocidal, reactionary, European intellectual development which is bad; and on the other hand there is some new revolutionary intellectual development which is good. I'm referring here to the so-called theories of Marxism and anarchism and "leftism" in general. I don't believe these theories can be separated from the rest of the of the European intellectual tradition. It's really just the same old song.

The process began much earlier. Newton, for example, "revolutionized" physics and the so-called natural sciences by reducing the physical universe to a linear mathematical equation. Descartes did the same thing with culture. John Locke did it with politics, and Adam Smith did it with economics. Each one of these "thinkers" took a piece of the spirituality of human existence and converted it into code, an abstraction. They picked up where Christianity ended: they "secularized" Christian religion, as the "scholars" like to say--and in doing so they made Europe more able and ready to act as an expansionist culture. Each of these intellectual revolutions served to abstract the European mentality even further, to remove the wonderful complexity and spirituality from the universe and replace it with a logical sequence: one, two, three. Answer!

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Cypherpunk really fits ral.space
Also, I just got my thinkpad x220. I'm am so happy with the purchase holy shit this thing is amazing; comfy, cyberpunk-y.

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A liberal bleeding-heart coalitionist Buddhist professor and human rights activist was teaching a class on Ho Chi Minh, known Viet Minh.
”Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Ho Chi Minh and accept that he was the most highly-evolved Vietnamese the world has ever known, even greater than Ngo Quang Trung!”
At this moment, a brave, patriotic, anti-communist 81st Airborne Ranger who had served 1500 tours of duty and understood the necessity of war and fully supported all military decision made by South Vietnam stood up and held up a bag of rice.
”Where is this rice from?”
The arrogant professor smirked quite Marxistly and smugly replied “From the north, you stupid capitalist.”
”Wrong. It’s from this year's harvest in the Mekong Delta. If it was from the north, then a family would be starving without it right now.”
The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his chalk and copy of The New York Times. He stormed out of the room crying those communist sympathizer crocodile tears. He wished so much that he could starve himself from embarrassment, but he himself had moved to the south in '54!
The students applauded and all enlisted in the ARVN that day and accepted Nguyen Van Thieu as their president. A dragon named “Tổ Quốc” flew into the room and perched atop the South Vietnamese Flag and shed a tear on the chalk. Tiếng Gọi Công Dân was sung several times, and Ngo Dinh Diem himself showed up and reinstituted the Strategic Hamlet Program.
The professor lost his tenure and was fired the next day. He died of a Viet Cong terrorist bombing at a cafe and was tossed into the lake of fire for all eternity.
Việt Nam Cộng Hòa muôn năm!
p.s. cut the Ho Chi Minh Trail