“We worried for decades about WMDs – Weapons of Mass Destruction. Now it is time to worry about a new kind of WMDs – Weapons of Mass Disruption,” John Mariotti
To me, a horse-rider, hacking is a pleasant leisure activity.
That’s my hacking. It’s NOT receiving a text from an acquaintance this morning saying, ‘Caroline someone stole my wallet & accessed my current account last night. Please help.’
WAS this a hack, was this genuine? I honestly don’t know.
I’ve sinced received another text saying ‘Got sorted Caroline – panic over’
And I STILL won’t respond.
That’s what hacking does. It destroys trust.
It destroys trust at the time and makes people more wary in the future too. This might have been a genuine plea for help. I have yet to find out.
Of course, my first inclination was to reply to the text asking, ‘Is this for real?’ If I’d done that then ‘the hacker’ would know that he or she had accessed a live account.
What I DID do was send a private message on Facebook (Now here’s me thinking, how private is THAT? See what I mean?)
I also phoned the number from a public call box so as not to involve my landline. (Blimey! – minimum charge 60p – no wonder everyone uses a mobile phone!) The call went to answer-phone and then was cut off.
Yep – disruption. Concern. Worry. Time wasted. Emotional energy expended. 70p spent – the callbox didn’t give change. Minor row with husband who believes I’m too naive.
So…the hacker, if hacker it was, wins. Maybe no financial gain, maybe nothing other than the satisfaction of disrupting my life for a few hours.
Thank you for nothing, hacker.
I think I’ll stick to the horses.