Hopelessly Hackable Feds

‘I guess everybody is going to know what kind of porn I like.”

Not something one hears at a lot of business meetings, but the guy had a point: We were in the middle of DEF CON, the annual hackers’ convention in Las Vegas, and he had broken the cardinal rule: Never use the Wi-Fi. Nearby, the user names and passwords of the unwary were displayed for public amusement on the Wall of Sheep. The scene is High Hacker Camp, a carnival of nerdery overseen by a fellow who calls himself “Dark Tangent.”