Schneier on Security

Clive Robinson • August 1, 2020 2:07 AM

@ Tatütata,

From the ARS article,

“[Mason] Sheppard used the hacking names “Chaewon” and “ever so anxious#001” and resides in the UK town of Bognor Regis.”

Well I guess someone has to[1]…

Well there is a funny side to this story, I did predict,

Oh and don’t be supprised if Iran or one of the other three some how get blaimed by US politicos, it’s just the sort of opportunity some idiot would jump on.

And,

I suspect that there was an underlying reason why this attack was carried out but the picture being painted is one of adolescents seeking Ego-food, which does not sit well, thus looks like it’s a distraction / smoke screen.

Well sometimes things are what they appear to be…

Mind you one oddity that I spotted about “the 17year old” is,

“He was arrested at his apartment where he lives by himself, authorities stated.”

Begs the question of who was paying for the apartment and how did a legal minor get to live there…

[1] Bognor Regis (Royal Bognor) is somewhat of a joke in the UK it is a sleepy little “faded glory” seaside resort and almost town in West Sussex on the south coast of England. Whilst not quite having “tumble weed” blow through it most of the year it used to have the night life of a cemetery. Except when Summer Hove into view and Dr Frankenstein pulled “the more power Egor” switch… Then with a shudder, groan and geriatric smokers wheeze it would once more be reanimated and rise from it’s winter cold slab. To festoon it’s self with balls of pink cotton candy spun sugar garish colour schemes, flashing lights and the sort of hurdy gurdy music used in gothic horror come splatter fest movies for it’s creepy effect, just before someone gets written out of the script with a squelch. As the price of housing in London and for fifty miles around has became to much for most people to aford, seaside towns like Brighton with what should be –but are frequently not– reasonable rail connections to London became the new “dormer towns” thus they in turn became way too expensive… So speculators figured Bognor was a lucrative real estate investment, especially with “Staycations” becoming “more of a thing”. So the place has had it’s first real slap of paint in living memory, hence the rebrandibg to “Royal Bognor” just in time for COCID-19 to rain on any kind of economic prosperity from the summer season. But few know how Bognor become “of the King” and what did the King actually think of the place… Well not a lot apparently, when told he would be staying there for “the sea airs” apparently the Royal reply was “Oh bugger Bognor”. It’s said the place was so unpopular that during WWII it was selected for the Mulbary Harbour caison building because nobody went to bognor not even German reconnaissance planes thus keeping the construction secret would not be difficult. One caison that broke free and sunk is still a prominent feature and can be seen all year around as a hazard to navigation. After the war the place became blighted by a “holiday camp” that spawned many jokes and Butlins and it’s “red coats” ment lots of strange folks meeting as Sleepy West Sussex met leary London East Enders who would have a generation before been hop picking in Kent. So as they say about Victorian Workhouses to frighten children “Yes somebody has to live there, but if you work hard it does not have to be you”…