WTF TPB RIP … Our struggle should never depend on supernodes or superheroes, we are the interwebs. A system that is more decentralized is needed. Piracy should change and new ways to share should be adopted. The Pirate Bay will come out strong on the other side of this transition. If not, this epic time will find new forms to multiply. Calm down, We are stronger than ever, Piracy will live on 4 ever.
well said, though i think it’s too soon to declare TPB dead yet.
exactly… future will tell
The Pirate Bay Sold To Software Company, Goes Legal
http://torrentfreak.com/the-pirate-bay-sold-to-software-company-goes-legal-090630/
The Pirate Bay Will Decentralize Its Operations (Updated)
http://torrentfreak.com/the-pirate-bay-closes-its-tracker-removes-torrents-090630/
ate Bay’s Peter Sunde Discusses the Site’s Future
http://torrentfreak.com/pirate-bays-peter-sunde-discusses-the-sites-future-090630/
Podcast with Peter Sunde on the GGF’s acquisition of The Pirate Bay
http://www.whatsnext.se/2009/06/30/podcast-with-peter-sunde-on-the-ggfs-accquisition-of-the-pirate-bay/
RIP TPB — Long Live ipredator https://www.ipredator.se
Same crew, New Suit (and new task ANONYMITY, it started as a TPB project)
A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that torrent used to make me smile.
And I knew that I had my chance
That I could make those people share
And, indeed, they’d be happy for a while.
But august made me shiver
With every blogpost I’d catchin’.
Bad news on the homepage;
I couldn’t take one more click.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the tracker died.
So bye-bye, boys from dot se.
Share my files on the net,
But the site is offline.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Did you write the manifesto of kopimi,
And do you have faith in the net outside,
If the traceroute tells you so?
Do you believe in sharin’ is caring,
Can torrents save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to share real fast?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you sharin’ on the net.
You both used your upstream.
Man, I dig those leechs and seeds.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pc and a net access,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the trackers died.
I started singin’,
“bye-bye, boys from dot se.”
Share my files on the net,
But the site is offline.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Now for ten years we’ve been sharin’
And my hd grows fat on lots of stuff,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When Kopimi tracked for songs and films,
In the net he bulided for us
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while Anakanta was looking down,
The MI stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while TiAMO read a book of Postel,
The quartet practiced on the site,
And we chatted on anonnet
The day the trackers died.
We were singing,
“bye-bye, boys from dot se.”
Share my files on the net,
But the site is offline.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The swarm flew off with a fallout shelter,
Millions strong and falling fast.
It ended foul on the ttl.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the download ratio was sweet perfume
While the suits planed a PR campain.
We all got up to share,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The ISPs refused to connect.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the trackers died?
We started singing,
“bye-bye, boys from dot se.”
Share my files on the net,
But the site is offline.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Oh, and there we were all in one channel,
A generation lost in IRC
With no time left to connect again.
So come on: root be nimble, root be quick!
root access sat on a USB stick
Cause upstream is the MI’s only fear.
Oh, and as I traced him on the net
My bandwidth were used in order to share.
No admin born in court
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the upload climbed high on the site
To give the information away,
I saw MIs laughing with delight
The day the trackers died
He was singing,
“bye-bye, boys from dot se.”
Share my files on the net,
But the site is offline.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
I met a girl who had no downstream
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the net cafe
Where I’d shared the torrents years before,
But the man there said the trackers wouldn’t connect.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The traceroutes all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
Peter, Fredrik, and Gottfrid Svartholm,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the trackers died.
And they were singing,
“bye-bye, boys from dot se.”
Share my files on the net,
But the site is offline.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
They were singing,
“bye-bye, boys from dot se.”
Share my files on the net,
But the site is offline.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”