extellegence

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of course we're only fooling. It's just a silly game, a child's diversion. It's just a hard drive in a box. In a smaller box, a smaller box, take it out of the port, put it in your pocket. There's certainly nothing revolutionary about this, sir.

Oh yeah? Do you have your mandatory digital monopoly management system in place on this device?

That's just a feint, man. Keep your eyes on their hands. Their real desire is much more twisted than to simply snoop. So take it from here: when they try to illegalize Ogg Vorbis, buy guns. I'm serious, I mean it.

But seriously: buy guns. stock up on ammunition. I'll be heading north thank you very much, to the pole if necessary. Turn it over, its done. The ultimate trade protectionism, I may have to go back to busking.

What the hell am I talking about? Wolves, damn your eyes... feirce slavering rabid demon wolves from the pit of some peverted dimension. Dressed as lambs, as ducks, as cartoon mice. Follow my example, get out of town, country, continent. Leave. The American experiment ends, some horrifying structure remains, speech deemed illegal by virtue of being free.

We won't let it happen, digital paper, paper thin, will whisper through the mandatory idiocy filter, T'sai Lun, wherever he or she may be, probably China, will bring it back from the mountain.

klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.