The Org's put a tail on Jim in Austin, and rigged taps on his telecomm
cables, and emanation snags on his water and sewage piping,
and put an illegal family of Mexican narcs out of Matamoros planting
Middle East saltpeter in his double-wide, and locked a geostationary
bird to slurp residual kiddie porn from his Weimariner antenna farm, and
the thing the public has to understand is that "CDR" has nothing to do
with Cypherpunk Distributed Remailers; it's a code for Choate's
Drunk Rages, emitted by his chained puppy when the flag is up
that Jim is horny, run dogs, hole up in San Saba until the moon
goes black.
