These dumb fucks will never get it, will they? Everytime some cheap shit Mr. Crabz comes along and introduces himself as "Hey, I'm Mr. Crabz. And I like money!", all of a sudden, nobody seems to have been born with any kind of ability to stand up and counter it with at least "Excuse me, what the fuck did you just say?". You see, a dialogue is
what
it should all be about. And if you don't understand the word "dialogue", just keep it at the lowest of low communication levels: at least kiss me before you try to fuck me, please.
Fact of the matter is: file-sharers (the buzz-worded "pirates"; much like the word "terrorists") are the most potent "intelectual property" buyers there currently are. Yes. Music. Films. Software. Intelectual. Property. Like virtual property. Ownership of something that doesn't exist materially. Something that these Mr. Crabzes are more than happy to snatch and rip the actual owner off. Then rip you off. And again, and more, and more... and the people who actually think about all that- well, mostly the so-called pirates as far as I'm aware- are Mr. Crabz's scapegoat AND Mr. Crabz's vindication.
Mr. Crabz has invented yet another smart means to rip you off. And guess what the excuse is. You see, in my little world, when I buy something, like- let's stick with intelectual property- a computer game, I'm expecting it to be, well, mine. I want to install and play it whenever and wherever I fancy, even if there's no fucking internet and how many times I wish. Or make a fucking copy of it and install it on my second machine and invite a friend to play on a dedicated server. If I feel like it, I want to stick my dick through the hole in the disc and go swinging it on Trafalgar square. What-fucking-ever! But by the looks of it, I won't be able to do any of
the
above. With the ill-comprehended "digital distribution", there not only won't be any disc holes to stick my dick through, all the fucking rest will remain the same! I still won't be able to play with a friend in my fucking own flat, make a working backup image of it and as soon as my operating system fucks up, I'll still have to pick up the fucking phone and go explaining that to a deaf and dumb shit imbecile in a call centre on Galapagos eventually ending up with having to buy the fucking game again.
That's the world we're living in. That's the world ruled by Mr. Crabzes and that is it. Unless someone stands up and shows these motherfuckers that things can be done differently. But, those of you able to think freedom rather than money, I know what you're thinking.
Fuck
it. Either cope with it, or leave it and, with a wave of a hand, cut the ties and move on. The current "system" is way too strong to be penetrated, let alone disrupted and broken down. There are simply too many Koticks, Riccitiellos and Guillemots for us to handle. And you are probably right. So how about we start with Bonos and Lily Allens, leaving some fun to future generations of intelligent human beings
?
Although seeing all this, I'm not too sure about "intelligent" and "future" in a sentence that entertains human beings any more.
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