I enjoyed this until the last paragraph, when I got a strong Murray Gell-Mann amnesia effect (<a href="http:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.patheos.com&#x2F;blogs&#x2F;geneveith&#x2F;2011&#x2F;08&#x2F;the-murray-gell-mann-amnesia-effect&#x2F;" rel="nofollow">http:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.patheos.com&#x2F;blogs&#x2F;geneveith&#x2F;2011&#x2F;08&#x2F;the-murray-ge...</a>).<p>I was more than a casual part 
of the scene.  The following might have been an attempt at humor, but is revisionist:<p>&quot;the scene was, among other things, a cesspool of adolescent nihilism, teenage posturing, and crude social Darwinism, teeming with racism, sexism, and homophobia.&quot;<p>It had hierarchies.  You had to be cool, connected, socislly smart and willing to take risks to succeed.  There was lo-resolution porn.  There was overlap with phone phreaks and some people who stole phone cards.  Most just used the mail or person-to-person.  The scene was actually bursting with creativity, joy healthy competition and sharing.  Cracktros are fundamentally celebratory music.<p>But the SJW junk is made up misandry.  Don&#x27;t believe everything you read.