Operation Red Card 2.0: INTERPOL’s Africa Cybercrime Crackdown Nabs 651 Scumbags
Oh, brilliant. INTERPOL’s been out playing cyber-cop again with Operation Red Card 2.0 – which sounds like a shitty mobile game but is apparently a massive law enforcement effort across 21 African countries. The result? 651 arrests. Six hundred and fifty-one. That’s roughly the same number of “urgent” password reset requests I get from actual users who’ve forgotten their passwords this morning.
These delightful specimens were running the full shitshow of online fraud: Business Email Compromise (for executives who can’t tell the difference between “yourboss@company.com” and “yourb0ss@cornpany.com”), romance scams (preying on the tragically lonely and terminally naive), and investment fraud promising returns that would make actual mathematicians weep. They operated from call centers that probably had more rats than working toilets.
The grand haul? A pathetic $1.2 million in cash – which is what these parasites likely spend on energy drinks and fake LinkedIn profiles each quarter – plus 1,300 mobile phones, 15 cars held together with duct tape and prayers, and enough prepaid SIM cards to build a shadow telecom network. They also identified another 1,200 suspects. Wonderful. A thousand more oxygen thieves who think “hacking” is just lying with better grammar.
INTERPOL is calling this a “major blow” to African cybercrime networks. Sure. And I’m sure those 651 arrests will really make the other few million scammers reconsider their career choices. The only major blow here is to my will to live, which was already hanging by a thread thanks to users who think “123456” is peak security.
These masterminds used malware-laden documents, phone number spoofing (because apparently telecom security is managed by a hamster on a wheel), and plain-old social engineering – which is just a polite way of saying “exploiting people who shouldn’t be allowed near a computer without a helmet.” They targeted victims who apparently missed that crucial life lesson about not sending money to strangers who claim to be Nigerian royalty or love you after three messages.
So yeah, 651 scumbags down. Meanwhile, my ticket queue is still hemorrhaging with dipshits who’ve handed their bank details to a “security alert” that came from a Hotmail address. The scammers might be dense, but their victims are competing for the world championship in terminal gullibility.
Anecdote: Just last week, some director-level muppet stormed into my office (well, video-called, because heaven forbid they actually walk anywhere) screaming about a “breach” because he’d “invested” his bonus in a cryptocurrency scheme that promised 500% returns weekly. The website was hosted on “super-legit-crypto-wins.tk” and had more spelling errors than a kindergartener’s finger painting. When I explained he’d been scammed, he demanded I “recover his funds immediately.” Sure, boss. Let me just hack the blockchain with my fucking magic wand and the power of wishful thinking. I told him to file a ticket and closed the chat. It’s still sitting there, unassigned, because some pains you just have to savour.
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