203.84.52.160:1992 open socks4 proxy was used on 21 November for a
Hipcrime attack on nanae. And I got the port number by Googling so it
must have been open and was probably abused before that date.

It was used late North American Monday for a Hipcrime attack on
24hoursupport.helpdesk and the same open proxy was still there Tuesday
at 19:15 GMT.

At one time, RCN (formerly Erols) had the famous Afterburner on its
abuse desk. Now, it seems to have Dave Null.

Remember - go to RCN for your net-abuse needs. You put up a phishing
page? It will still be up on Valentine Day. You can get Giganews with
only IP authentication through RCN.

--
him. A  day never  passed when spies and
saboteurs  acting under  his directions  were not  unmasked by  the Thought
Police. He was the commander of a vast shadowy army, an underground network
of  conspirators dedicated  to the overthrow of the State. The Brotherhood,
its  name was  supposed  to be.  There  were also  whispered  stories of  a
terrible book, a compendium of all the heresies, of which Goldstein was the
author  and  which circulated clandestinely  here and  there. It was a book
without  a title. People referred to it, if at all, simply as the book. But
one knew of such things only through vague rumours. Neither the Brotherhood
nor  the book was a subject that any ordinary Party member would mention if
there was a way of avoiding it.
     In its second minute the Hate rose to a frenzy. People were leaping up
and  down  in their places and  shouting at the  tops of their voices in an
effort to drown the maddening bleating voice that came from the screen. The
little sandy-haired woman had turned bright pink, and her mouth was opening
and  shutting  like that  of a  landed fish. Even  O'Brien's heavy face was
flushed.  He  was sitting  very straight  in his  chair, his powerful chest
swelling  and quivering  as though he were  standing up to the assault of a
wave.  The dark-haired  girl behind  Winston had  begun crying  out 'Swine!
Swine!  Swine!' and  suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and
flung  it  at the screen.  It struck Goldstein's  nose and bounced off; the
voice  continued  inexorably. In a  lucid moment  Wi