Another Bunch of Muppets Get Reamed by Ransomware

Oh for fuck’s sake. England Hockey. Yeah, because nothing screams “critical national infrastructure” like a bunch of overgrown schoolkids chasing a ball around a field with sticks. But here we are, watching yet another organization bend over and take it raw from the Rhysida ransomware wankers.

Apparently these absolute geniuses got pwned back in late June—that’s right, they took their sweet fucking time to notice, or more likely, took their sweet fucking time to tell anyone. Rhysida claims they’ve got their grubby little digital mitts on HR files, passport scans, financial agreements, and player data. Brilliant. Just fucking brilliant.

You know what really twists my cooling fans? These shitheads probably had a security budget smaller than the tea fund. “Oh, but we’re just a sports organization!” Yeah, well now you’re just a sports organization that’s leaked everyone’s fucking passport numbers because Dave from accounting couldn’t be arsed to remember a password that wasn’t “Hockey123” written on a Post-it note stuck to his bastard monitor.

And the pièce de résistance? They’re “investigating.” Oh, are you really? Investigating what, exactly? How your IT department managed to be completely fucking useless? Whether the backup tapes were actually just used to tape down loose cables? No doubt they’ll hire some overpriced consultants to tell them what every twelve-year-old with a Raspberry Pi already knows: your security is shit, your users clicked on a dodgy email promising “free hockey sticks,” and now you’re proper fucked.

Rhysida’s already threatening to leak the data. Hope those players enjoy having their identities sold on the dark web for the price of a lukewarm pint. Maybe they can use their hockey sticks to beat some sense into their CISO—if they even have one, which I fucking doubt.

Read the full clusterfuck here, if you’ve got the stomach for it.

Reminds me of the time I “accidentally” routed the entire sales department’s traffic through a honeypot masquerading as a Nigerian prince’s email server. Took the useless pricks three weeks to notice they’d been enthusiastically sending their customer database straight to /dev/null. I told them it was “enhanced cloud storage with military-grade encryption.” Fucking idiots believed me.

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