Copyrights, Money, and MySpace

"Get out of my space.Your in my space. Your parked in my space. How many people have said that? I think I am going to copyright "That movie sucked." I happened to come upon a recent blog reporting that "...all domains with "MySpace" in it will soon be receiving the MySpace Cease & Desist letter. You will be liable for the damages suffered by MySpace, and will be subject to penalties, fines and even criminal imprisonment..."¹ Hence a domain like welcometomyspace.com or thisismyspace.com would be in deep crap, if those domains indeed existed, I understand copyrights: Without Copyrights people could not get obscenely rich. Rich by consumers and rich by lawsuits. The whole freaking universe revolves around money now. Paper that would be worthless if we didn't place so much value on it.

Copyrights benefit ONE person, or perhaps a small collective. A small Collective who want to benefit from the hard long hours worked by the minimum wage majority. A Majority that most likely work for the very same people that copyright and patent the very same products that work so hard to produce and then buy. Kinda funny that 90% of this country sheds it's blood sweat and tears so that a few lucky fellow can sit back smoking cigars and planning the next big move.

People: Keep on downloading mp3's, there are not enough prisons and not enough courts.

Quit your jobs and make a big scene too, stay home with your family, do odd jobs to pay your heating bill, and heck even your internet. Whatever you do, do it as a family and work for yourself. Be your own boss, call no man master.

Quit voting: It won't change anything, those in power choose those in power. They don't give a crap about you or your hardships, your freedom or your family. Support some other political party other then the facist Republicans and wussy Democrats. I chose the Libertarian Party. Sure they are capitalist, but they are capitalist that respect my freedom.

Have more fun: You live MAYBE 100 years. If you spend your whole life bumming it and sleeping on your buddy's couch who cares? One Hundred years from now nobody will remember your name anyway.