I saw you casually glancing at me while tweeting on your MacBook Air, sipping slightly on your venti horchatté. You’re judging me for my shitty laptop running crunchbang, my disheveled appearance, and the fact that I’m drinking plain coffee. You’re elite. You’re a part of the hacktivist collective known as “Anonymous”. Or you’re part of the penetration testers who narc on anons because you believe they dilute infosec with garbage.