Police Sinkhole 45,000 IPs, Universe Still Fucked

Oh for fuck’s sake. Look what the cat dragged in. The bloody constabulary have been playing with DNS again, proudly announcing they’ve sinkholed 45,000 IP addresses in some massive cybercrime crackdown. Forty-five thousand. And not a single user got any smarter because of it.

This week’s particular circle-jerk centers around LabHost, that charming phishing-as-a-service platform that’s been letting any spotty teenager with a stolen gift card set up perfect replicas of banking sites. The law finally figured out how to change some nameserver records and redirected all that tasty criminal traffic to their own servers. Well fucking done, boys. Have a medal. Have two. Just don’t strain yourself patting your own backs too hard.

Here’s the part that makes me want to headbutt a rack server: they’re acting like this actually matters. Like disrupting 45,000 IP addresses somehow fixes the fact that your average user has the security awareness of a houseplant. Those phishing sites? They’ll be back up on new infrastructure by Thursday. The compromised credentials? Already dumped on some Russian forum. The only thing that actually got disrupted was the criminals’ coffee break.

And the users? Oh, the precious fucking users. They’re still out there clicking every link that promises free iPhones or dick enlargement pills. You could sinkhole every IP address on the entire goddamn internet and Dave from Marketing would still find a way to download ransomware onto the file server. It’s like trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon while idiots keep pouring more water in.

But sure, let’s celebrate this “major victory against cybercrime.” Because redirecting DNS queries definitely stops social engineering. Definitely prevents the next zero-day. Absolutely protects against the idiot who writes their password on a Post-it note stuck to their monitor. Right.

https://www.bleepingcomputer.com/news/security/police-sinkholes-45-000-ip-addresses-in-cybercrime-crackdown/

Speaking of users who shouldn’t be allowed near technology, reminds me of the time I had to deal with the Head of Finance. This colossal waste of oxygen clicked a phishing link twenty-three times in one day—twenty-three—because he thought if he entered his details enough times, eventually the “bank error” would resolve itself. I “fixed” his machine by setting his hosts file to redirect every HTTP request to a local Flash animation of a dumpster fire. He spent six hours staring at it waiting for his “documents” to load. Never complained about phishing again. Mostly because he refused to touch a computer after that, but I’ll take the win.

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