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What It's Like to Get a National-Security Letter

111 pointsby vinhnxalmost 12 years ago

7 comments

coldcodealmost 12 years ago
Tell them to send me one. I'll print it in my blog. If everyone did that there'd be no more NSLs.
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fiatmoneyalmost 12 years ago
&quot;Six months before, we got a notice from the San Francisco F.B.I., saying they were going to give us a national-security letter [...] And we couldn’t figure out why they would say they were going to give us this letter! Kind of an odd thing to do [...] And they didn’t give us one, not at that time. It was later that they did.&quot;<p>This is a fascinating glimpse into the logistical aspects. Either the FBI was trolling to see if they&#x27;d roll over easily, or they were baiting them into some kind of reaction. I wonder what would have happened had they gone super public with their &quot;we plan on NSLing you&quot; notification?
lukejduncanalmost 12 years ago
FTA:<p>Do you encrypt all your own e-mail, as a result of this stuff?<p>No, that’s really hard.
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ajbalmost 12 years ago
I wonder how many black hats are using fake NSLs.
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Qantouriscalmost 12 years ago
Another piece of advise would be to never collect data you don&#x27;t want to give out later.
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acqqalmost 12 years ago
The article is low on content. More useful info is here:<p><a href="http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2008/05/internet-archiv/" rel="nofollow">http:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.wired.com&#x2F;threatlevel&#x2F;2008&#x2F;05&#x2F;internet-archiv&#x2F;</a>
kin3ticalmost 12 years ago
God damn I so tired of this all.<p><i>“I did go home that night and over dinner with my family, I said, “Ask me what it was I did today, and remember my answer.” So my son, who was, I don’t know, nine, or something like that, asked me, “Daddy, what did you do today?” And I said, “I can’t tell you.” That was the only thing I said, and then months and months and months went by.</i><p>Just so utterly defeatingly unacceptable. This is not my America.