Thursday, December 15, 2005

Legal notice

Think that you can publish what you like on your blog with impunity? Don't bet on it.
Whatever you post to your blog is subject to the laws of all 192 countries where it can be read plus the other 50 or 60 odd non UN members and territories around the globe.
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Your blog post is not subject to the laws where you live. It is subject to the laws where your readers live. All of them, all around the world.

A very scary thought.

You said it, Timmy. And given the level of invective that your humble Devil likes to pour on all and sundry, perhaps the fires of Hades should burn less brightly.

Ah, fuck it, they'll have to find me before the Sheriffs do...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I should imagine that Polly will be after you long before those pesky foreigners even catch a whiff of your reactionary subversion.

There’s been a lot of things floating around my head of late about the Toynbeetch and Grauniad politics in general. I’m hoping that if I get them off my chest and onto the ‘net, my mood might be improved somewhat. Here’s hoping…

Polly Pot’s frequent missives may be thinly veiled as political commentary or social analysis, but in reality they are a far simpler (and indeed older) form of communication: the irrational, patronising tones of the overbearing mother. To read her column is to adopt the position of a child; you’re warned against things that might be dangerous (‘don’t watch that film, dear. You won’t understand all that complicated religious imagery but I just *know* it’ll upset your little mind.’), coddled with inanity (‘don’t go troubling yourself with economic policy, little one. That Mr Brown is a very wise man and here’s a chocolate hobnob for my sweetums.’*pinches cheek*) or point-blank told how to behave (‘now I know we don’t like some of the things that Mr Blair has been doing, my cherub, but we must reluctantly vote for him or ogres will grind your bones to make into bread!”) Thank goodness Mother Polly is always on hand to steer the bewildered general public through the labyrinth that is The Land of Grown Ups TM. I’m not sure about anyone else, but I object to a newspaper columnist (and a frequently misinformed one at that) talking to me as though I had neither the age nor the intellectual capacity to make a decision for myself.

The Grauniad takes this even further, belying its claims to modernity by adopting the role of a cack-handed Victorian philanthropist, demanding more for the ‘victims’ without ever acknowledging who those victims are or what their motivations might be. Instead, all ‘victims’ are assigned their particular *deprivation label*: ‘broken home’, ‘unemployed’, ‘oppressed’, ‘ghettoised’ and so on. Victims therefore, regardless of free will, will always be victims due to their ‘unfortunate circumstances.’ That allows Grauniad readers to feel terribly smug indeed; for they don’t suffer under such ‘unfortunate circumstances’ and will never have to be victims, but can pour sympathy from on high upon those poor wretches who (from birth in come cases) drew the short straw from a glossary at the back of an Open University sociology textbook circa 1992. In short, the victim may receive a metaphorical shiny sixpence from the wise Grauniad reader, to which he or she should respond:

‘May a non specific deity (or deities, or perhaps nothing at all) bless us, everyone!’

Pah, I need a drink.

Anonymous said...

Don't be afriad. It's up to the users in those countries to actually visit sites they should be allowed to visit. In China, for example, the government there moderates the 'net strictly, and actually block sites which talk too much of the 'outside world'. If it really concerns you, just put up a little legal notice or something...

Unless you're planning on flying a couple of planes into a couple of towers, you should be safe.

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