I remember, back in the day in Philly when my personal economy was collapsing, and I had no heat in my apartment, and no electricity, and almost no money, and it was wintertime*, and though I could blog at the Philadelphia Public Library, I couldn’t blog there at night, so I would go around from warm place to warm place, carrying my laptop* until I found an open signal, and I would blog from there.

And to this day, I leave my WiFi from my own server open. (The dream then was of a vast spontaneously interconnecting network of WiFi nodes. Before the enclosures, as it were.)

This law would have cut me off from the net then, and would force me to cut others off from the net now. It’s wrong. One more tiny chunk of vomitous wrongness forced down my throat by the Village. Of course, it is good for the telcos and the cable weasels, so I guess the important constituencies have been properly serviced.

Thank you, Nancy, for allowing me to serve under your glorious leadership as a mere advocate. I have never been so proud and happy, as now.

* Yes, I might still be considered privileged.

We. Are. Going. To. Die. We must restore hope in the world. We must bring forth a new way of living that can sustain the world. Or else it is not just us who will die but everyone. What have we got to lose? Go forth and Fight!—Xan

We used to make jokes about how in the Soviet Union kids would denounce their parents to the secret police in return for blue jeans. At least they got blue jeans out of it.

sodomy and the lash via foster “care” and state-run institutions that train future criminals house those found to be offspring of unfit parents. better than blue jeans, if you’re an authoritarian theocrat running today’s amurka. and if you’re not, it’s part of how they make you one.