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(Apologies to anyone who thought there might be a post here. Coming soon)
Edit: the replies to this post are some of the most entertaining I’ve had on this site. Thanks to the contributors
One of the most pervasive urban myths on the darkweb is that you can find underground rings of Django Unchained-style fights to the death. Some of the believers claim they give millionaire members the opportunity to attend such fights; others say there are live webcams broadcasting them, which can be accessed for a fee.
Can you watch this on a webcam?
I’ve trawled the Onion, far beyond what’s available on the Hidden Wiki, and have yet to uncover any evidence at all. Yet, like all urban myths, those who wish to believe insist that its true. There’s one here for example:
The most successful Australian vendor on Silk Road has conned their customers out of tens of thousands of dollars
Red pill, blue pill or no pills?
Aussie vendor EnterTheMatrix had a simple and effective business model. Purchase Australia’s most popular party drugs from overseas vendors on Silk Road, add a 400% markup and resell them to Aussie Silk Road customers. Although there were plenty of grumbles about the prices, those who wanted their drugs quickly (ETM sent by Express Post) and did not want to take the risk of importing via Customs (legal consequences are much harsher when ordering overseas) begrudgingly paid a premium. After all, it was around the same as street prices and at least the quality of the goods tended to be consistently high.
Last week, after one of my articles was unexpectedly submitted into evidence in court, an odd little online publication called Vexnews published a vicious, bizarre and inaccurate attack on me.
Screenshot of the Vexnews article
I said I wasn’t going to give it any oxygen in my last post, but I really think it should be pulled apart for the appalling piece of journalism it is. Let’s have a look at Andrew Landeryou’s Vexnews piece, para by para:
Last Wednesday I went along to sit in on the plea hearing of the first major Australian ‘Silk Road’ case, expecting to perhaps get a blog post out of it. I never expected what would come next.
Where’s the love SR?
The court heard evidence of 12 parcels containing drugs that had been intercepted between 27 March and 29 June 2012. In his opening, the defence barrister said he would be tendering a news article into evidence that he claimed led his client to discover Silk Road. I figured it couldn’t be one of mine, as the first time I had ever written about Silk Road was 27 April 2012.
The prosecution’s case covered:
Yesterday, walking along Flinders Street at peak hour, I watched the crowd in front of me part like the Red Sea. Rather than Moses, there was a man who, if not homeless then certainly down on his luck, was stumbling along the footpath, bleeding from his head.
A few feet before he reached me, he fell flat on his face. His arms didn’t keep up with this state of events and did nothing to break his fall. The result was the sound of skull cracking on concrete and a big splodge of blood. Undeterred, in that admirable way drunks do (I could smell him by now), he started to get up, but instantly fell forward, hitting the base of a pole, a bolt getting him in the eyebrow.
By now the guy was pissing blood like an extra in Kill Bill and on his back, turtle-like as he tried to figure out how he was going to get up. As I went towards him, I hardly noticed the crowd around us, but for some reason Sophie Mirabella suddenly popped into my head. “Are you okay?” I asked rather redundantly as I gave him my hand. He looked up and smiled as he grasped it and thanked me several times.
