I vote that we give people rich enough to have at least 30,000 registered copyrights protected by lawyers... I vote we give them veto power over all the news and information that we see and hear, even if it is just peer to peer sharing with your friends. Anyone that rich obviously must have God on their side and really have earned that authority. Oh wait, I don't get to vote on this one. God decided for me. Thank you Gods of censorship. I'm sooo glad that mandatory advertising is the law and sharing is illegal. That is the kind of freedom we have all been fighting for and killing people for. Otherwise the terrorists win. Freedom isn't free. It takes folks like you and me: Remebering to salute and obey the order to cease and desist from thinking thoughts that other people OWN!
Content creators. Please create me a job and some food and some environment that isn't being poisoned. Oh please content creators, use your creative artistic freedom God powers to write a TV advertising jingle that will give me all these things. And then, it will be the law that we all watch it and editing out the commercials will be high treason.
I think I'll go download some commercials now. Hip hip hooray! Thank god commercial interests decided to get involved with the internet so the basic technological foundations of that networked could be undermined by the LAW [because the law can be bought]. Sharing is illegal! Screw you benevolent volunteers who created the Linux and Unix systems which make the internet work. I have a god given freedom to make money and to make it by exploiting your generousity to make your non-competitive attitudes illegal!!!!
Go go go!
21.10.06
12.10.06
Sleepers Awake on the Precipice
Let me sum up. Please listen they are soft and dead and heartless . . . these "works of art" done by blood-smeared toads! Now wait a minute I don't mean all of them but goddam I do mean most of them I mean that almost everybody has sold out. It's terrifying. Don't you think that every tick of the clock brings us nearer the time when if you speak of beauty and love and dignity no one will have the remotest idea what you're talking about. Do you?
Don't you think we should all pour out into the streets yelling Stop it! Stop it! You've no right to do this to us!
A little pause while you tear out into the street. That's the stuff! A nice long letter to your congressman--a truly great spirit, your representative in 'the citadel of Democracy.' Now a P.S. --(take it down!)-- "And He sends you His best too."
Can you? Of course you can! Look what you've already been able to stomach . . .
A long way off--Yessiree! When we are lonely and afraid, who comforts us? When we are trying to do a bit more than just 'skim through' or 'get by,' who reaches out that old helping hand? You're damn right! Your congressman . . .
Life out of a dirty window. The blaster dull jobs, the juicelessness of our cities, our homes, our 'educations,' our bodies, our souls --all coloured by a love of everything cheap and vulgar and worthless, and by a bitter hatred of anything that is really valuable and fine and alive . . . The bastards will finally get it squeezed out enough that they can do anything the hell they want with you--
Aren't you even going to walk out into a field and look at the trees and the flowers growing there--?
Have you ever thought about a flower?
What would it mean to you if all the flowers in the world were to die?
Have you ever considered what a beautiful and wonderful thing it is to be a human being?
Have you ever actually thought of what a strange thing it is to be alive?
Flowers must be happy.
Don't you think we should all pour out into the streets yelling Stop it! Stop it! You've no right to do this to us!
A little pause while you tear out into the street. That's the stuff! A nice long letter to your congressman--a truly great spirit, your representative in 'the citadel of Democracy.' Now a P.S. --(take it down!)-- "And He sends you His best too."
Can you? Of course you can! Look what you've already been able to stomach . . .
A long way off--Yessiree! When we are lonely and afraid, who comforts us? When we are trying to do a bit more than just 'skim through' or 'get by,' who reaches out that old helping hand? You're damn right! Your congressman . . .
Life out of a dirty window. The blaster dull jobs, the juicelessness of our cities, our homes, our 'educations,' our bodies, our souls --all coloured by a love of everything cheap and vulgar and worthless, and by a bitter hatred of anything that is really valuable and fine and alive . . . The bastards will finally get it squeezed out enough that they can do anything the hell they want with you--
Aren't you even going to walk out into a field and look at the trees and the flowers growing there--?
Have you ever thought about a flower?
What would it mean to you if all the flowers in the world were to die?
Have you ever considered what a beautiful and wonderful thing it is to be a human being?
Have you ever actually thought of what a strange thing it is to be alive?
Flowers must be happy.
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