Another Fucking Telecom Breach? Colour Me Shocked.
For fuck’s sake. The ShinyHunters—that’s right, SHINY-fucking-HUNTERS, because apparently we’re naming cyber-gangs after My Little Pony rejects now—have decided to grace us with their presence again. This time they’ve skull-fucked Oodido, the Dutch mobile operator formerly known as T-Mobile Netherlands. Because when you’ve got a rebranding to do, why not just rebrand your entire customer database as “public property” while you’re at it?
These bastards are claiming they’ve snarfled up data on “millions” of customers. What kind of data? Oh, just the usual shit you don’t want splattered across the dark web: names, phone numbers, email addresses, home addresses, dates of birth, and payment details. Practically a fucking starter kit for identity theft. The hackers posted a sample of 12,000 records like free fucking cheese cubes at a supermarket, except the cheese gives you diarrhea and ruins your credit rating.
Oodido’s response? They’re “investigating.” Of course they fucking are. That’s corporate-speak for “we’re frantically Googling what GDPR fines look like while our lawyers find an intern to sacrifice.” This is the same company that had a breach last October affecting 100,000 customers. Clearly, they learned absolutely bugger-all from that incident. If security were a sport, these clowns would be participation trophy winners—except they didn’t even turn up to the fucking game.
The ransom demand? A measly $50,000 for data deletion. Fifty. Thousand. Dollars. That’s not a ransom, that’s a fucking insult. That’s what you pay for a mid-range office printer. The ShinyHunters are either desperate or they’ve been smoking whatever the marketing team was on when they came up with “Oodido.” Newsflash, you glittery shitstains: paying for “deletion” is like paying a hooker to forget your face—technically possible, but she’s got bills to pay and you’re not that memorable.
Meanwhile, Dutch privacy watchdog AP is watching this shitshow unfold like the rest of us—except they have the power to hand out fines that could make Oodido’s CFO weep blood. The customers? They’re getting the standard “we take your privacy seriously” email, which is about as comforting as a condom made of tissue paper.
Reminds me of the time some script kiddie tried to ransom my own archive server. I sent them a Bitcoin wallet with a negative balance and a note saying “deduct your fee”—the blockchain had a fucking aneurysm. Turns out mathematics doesn’t appreciate my sense of humor either. Last I heard, the kid’s still trying to explain to his probation officer why his laptop burst into flames.
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