As the alleged technical master brains of the Internet drift further and further into error by never actually discussing the issues, we the people of the Internet grow ever more restless. No-one has dared to answered the quite basic questions. We say the current system could easily handle anywhere from ten to thirty thousand new Top Level Domains. We say the equipment necessary to operate a Domain Name Registrar/Registry (DNR) can easily reside on any standard WWW server like any other mildly interactive homepage on Earth. We even put up various demo version DNRs for one and all to see how damn simple it can be. No response except denial or silence from the super-brains. These forums are slowly bogging down on tangential concerns. Instead of addressing and clearly stating the facts the great "engineering" minds of the Earth, phucked and wandering, drift out of their area expertise and into the deep and dark shite minefield of political games. In the words of the immortal Robot: "Danger Will Robinson, DANGER"... The Internet routes around censorship. That's the way you silly people designed it to operate. And right about now the IETF/ISOC/IAB/IANA/IAHC/CORE/POC is looking more and more like a rather pathetic form of censorship of the diletante political newbie variety. To be routed around by every little motherphucker who wants to run a simple Domain Name Service like our own http://www.fcn.net (click on the blinking icon). To be routed around by every hacker pissed off at paying through the nose to Internic and facing the prospect of paying through every other orifice to the corporations you all seem hell bent upon installing or creating in the hell-alternative DNR scenarios you dummies dish up from time to time. Time for Bob to go into his eqaully bogus (but much more entertaining!) Oracle of the Net mode for a while. Suspension of disbelief hats on kids! This will be brief but fun, I promise you.... __________________________________________________________________ START Net to eggheads, Net to eggheads, come in Eggheads. This is an important message from the sixty million people who actually make up the Internet. Please remove your collective heads from your collective anai and listen up: We want our fucken namespace back. We liked it when it was for free, back before that heinous fifty dollar fee was shoved down our throats. Before the money hog craziness. Before all this stupid, over-blown garbage started coming from you people. We don't want "THE SYSTEM" (Insert reverb) to crash down. We don't want to fragment the damned thing either. We want as many independant, widely dispersed and differant options to choose from as TECHNICALLY (insert tunder) feasible. And we don't want them all to be big stinken lawyer infested corporate Domain Name Registries either. There's room for everyone and even for dissent, irony, humour and people who bust the idea of Trademarks to kingdom come. Now make it happen. Or else we will design code, java scripts, routing patterns and so on to obsolete the lot of you and your damned anal ideas about networking. And stop playing fucken god while you're at it with all your stupid "Black Hole" ideas and wanker hissy fits about anything/everything that even remotely offends your rather limited views of that big ole brawlen universe out there. End of message, over and out and a big 10-4 from your hugmongous everyone else out here newbie buddy which in totality make ya'll geek doinks look like so many gnats flying around so many elephants' assholes. Cheers! __________________________________________________________________ FINISH Now lets see if any of you can process that. I highly doubt it so far into even deeper bogosity have you all strayed. In fact I feel more and more assured that it is the Internet at large that will create the solution. That it's almost pointless to waste anymore time with such inconsequential diliberations. The old God Postel is wandering around, blind and senile, bellowing orders in his whisper voice. And all his pitiful dieties are scrambling around their silly cyber-olympus desparately trying to obey, hurling their ineffectual thunderbolts and crashing their tin cymbal thunderclaps to try and cow the billion people poised to occupy the net into their itsy bitsy teeny weeny vision of reality. All we have to do is sit back, smile and wait as the old world crashes down under the weight of the onrushing, all delusion crushing humanity of it all. Thank you for patiently abiding my illusions for this ephemeral and poignant moment in a wonky and getting even wonkier time-space continuum type of way. I remain... TeleVirtually Yours, Bob Allisat http://www.wtv.net -------- Logged at Mon Feb 9 10:33:53 MET 1998 ---------