A few weeks ago, a bit of sophomoric journalism from the Washington Post lit up the west end of Blogistan with the claim that a legal brief from the RIAA claimed that consumers don't have the rights to copy content from their CDs to their hard drives. When this partial-truth was propagated by one of my favorite blogs, I temporarily abandoned my no-profanity-in-posts rule and lit a roman candle of four-lettered invective in the comments section. To positive reviews, I am proud to note.
But the claim was exaggerated, as it turns out. Normally I'd post a contrite retraction with an apology. But in this case I don't feel it's justified. Heck, if my so-called betters in the White House can use the "Okay, maybe Saddam didn't actually have WMD...but he was gonna!" argument, surely I have license to make similar rationalizations, no? (Or, as Shakespeare's Isabella put it: "Thieves for their pilfering have authority when judges steal.")
Rationalizations aside, the question of whether the "Oh by the way, which one's 'Pink'" suits will soon force you to start popping quarters into your iPod or BluRay to enjoy content you legally purchased is moot. The current state of affairs is already ridiculous. The FAA already assumes you're a terrorist for buying an airline ticket. I don't consider it a coincidence that the climate of fearing the customer has spilled over into mega-capitalism as well.
I'm still on Ubuntu, but sooner or later will have to upgrade the Windows box, if only for testing. And given what coming off the message boards about Vista treating its user as a criminal, I'm not looking forward to that--quite apart from the hardware expenditures.
The anonymous poster on this blog-post, though, did a far more eloquent job (than my carpet f-bombing) of summarizing how it's already gone too far. And that it's past time for a revolution of some sort.
I find it reprehensible that while my livelihood is under pressure from outsourcing/offshoring every day, I'm told to retrain, retool, and generally suck it up in the name of capitalist progress. But in the alternate reality bubble in which the pointy-haired likes of Jack Valenti exist, the laws of capitalism don't apply. (Rather like the Constitution, human rights and walking the walk of a Christian faith so loudly professed aren't supposed to get between the Right and their kleptocratic grabs for power and money.)
Technically, I'm a content provider. My gentle reader could, for reasons passing reason, plaguarize this blog letter-for-letter and deprive me of the fame and fortune and world domination that are rightly mine. [insert extra-sarcastic eyeroll] But does that give me the right to insert a chunk of code into Blogger that matches the content's thief cuts-and-pastes against this blog? Definitely not.
I gave Dearest a few DVDs recently, and received a couple CDs, which splashes me with guilt for feeding the RIAA/MPAA's monkey. Particularly when the monkey (disingenuously) conflates content and media in their FUDD. And they're in cahoots with Microsoft to enforce their overreaching.
Is boycott the right sort of revolution, though? Or is there a third path? I honestly don't know the answer. Music, in my Universe, largely exists to drown out cube-farm chatter. Movies are something to watch during a leisurely picnic dinner on the living-room floor. Or the adult equivalent of sucking one's thumb after a mind-bruising day. But ultimately, as The Big Lebowski's Walter Sobchak put it, "What's mine is mine." He was talking about dirty underwear, but I'm talking about my control over my own property. And neither Steve Ballmer nor Jack Valenti has squat to say about that.