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I think regular readers already understand my views on government, and I don’t believe anyone who has read more than a few scattered columns would be so foolish as to attempt to get me to do something by vomiting “It’s the law!” all over my mailbox.  Alas, not everyone is a regular reader of this blog, and many who aren’t are such hopeless moral imbeciles that they truly believe some agreement made between fascists whom I neither know nor respect establishes some kind of “legitimate” authority over me that I’m bound to obey, even if it runs contrary to my own moral precepts.  And so three times already this year I’ve been emailed by people requesting, arguing for or even demanding the censorship of their names from some news item on this blog, due to the European Union’s imaginary “right to be forgotten“.  One of these individuals was such a complete arsehole, removing his name would’ve constituted collaboration with evil; one I had no opinion about, and the most recent I was actually sympathetic to.  But when I cover a news story, I already make a decision whether the names should be shared or not, and “it’s the law” is, if anything, an argument against complying with a demand for censorship.  But it’s more than just that; years ago in “A Look at the Works” I wrote…

…I take an extremely dim view of websites who shove posts down the memory hole just because some readers didn’t like them; I have the philosophy that “you can’t unring a bell”, so once a post is up I will not remove it no matter who finds it offensive.  Besides the ethical problem that would create, removing the index entries and hyperlinks would be like pulling one gear out of a clock…and if you think I’m going to leave an ugly and conspicuous hole in a four-year-long perfect record just because it hurt your feelings, I respectfully suggest you reconsider your place in the universe

Since then I’ve made exactly one exception to that rule (about which the less said, the better) at the request of a person I love very much, because for me loyalty trumps everything else.  But if you aren’t such a person I suggest you reread the above block quote while remembering that “four-year-long perfect record” has since grown to ten, then ask yourself whether you really think I’ll make an exception for you because some especially-pompous politicians a third of the way around the planet ordered me to.

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Back Issue #75

When the external sky and landscape match the gloomy October Country inside my skull and my soul, I feel at home and at peace.  –  “Diary #326

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Diary #479

Grace wasn’t quite finished with redoing the plumbing yet (largely because whoever installed it the first time made some mighty strange decisions), but these days I find myself much less anxious than I’d usually be at this time of year, probably because I’ve just increased my cannabis intake to bring my anxiety levels down to more autumnal levels.  Because Sunset is near the edge of a rain forest it rarely gets more than warm out there, and generally it’s chilly enough to need another layer even in summer, as in this picture (with a small visitor who came to see what Snake Mama was up to).  But it won’t be much longer before we’re finally done with floor-leveling and can move on to bookcases, and by spring we should be ready to start on the bathhouse.  There are some other improvements Grace and Chekhov want to do, and naturally other things will pop up and will need to be maintained.  But all in all, I’m really looking forward to having a place that’s basically the way I want it, rather than a work in progress as I have for the past 17 years.  And that’s a big improvement.

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Back Issue #74

Most people are willing to crawl to the politician, licking his boots in order to gain a few scraps from his table, but the whore merely laughs at him and reverses the relationship while providing living proof of the inability of his profession to eradicate or control ours.  –  “The Biggest Whores

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I use Twitter for two main purposes:  promoting my writing and collecting news stories for my writing.  Because I’ve discovered that the latter task is made far more difficult if there’s too much traffic in my timeline, I never follow more than 200 people at a time and I don’t do “courtesy following”, and I often mute retweets from people I follow if they retweet a lot of stuff I’m not interested in (including porn).  Furthermore, my Direct Messages are not open to people I don’t follow; far too many time-wasters think its OK to flood a sex worker’s DMs with “hi”, “avail?”, dick pics and all the other idiotic garbage they try in text messaging.  That means if a person finds me on Twitter and wants to interact with me, the only way to do so is by replying to one of my tweets or starting a new one with my handle in it so it will show in my notifications.  Since I like being accessible to my fans, I watch my notifications pretty carefully, but of course any fool, sophist or troll can address me that way just as easily as my fans can; what this means is that if some prohibitionist, cop or other moron with a big following decides to attack me, his or her mindless minions will follow and clog up my notifications.  This jams up my Twitter and makes it difficult to see worthwhile responses, just as a wanted letter can get lost in a mailbox crammed with junk mail; furthermore, my time is valuable and I have exactly zero patience for ninnies and cretins trying to lay claim on it without paying me.  And that, my friends, is the reason for my legendary hair-trigger muting:  decent, sensible people can interact with me for years without once tempting me to mute them, but prohibitionists, sophists, trolls, partisans and bootlickers can’t usually tweet me twice without being banished to the outer darkness where they can shout into their own arseholes all day long without the slightest chance of annoying me.

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If you don’t follow me on Twitter, here’s a sample of recent tweets you missed out on:

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Any week which includes a Who night with Lorelei is a good week, but last week was good in other ways as well.  It started early Monday morning with a lecture (via video link) to an anthropology class at the University of Michigan, then continued Tuesday with one of my regular beauty treatments and a lovely evening with Lorelei (which beside Doctor Who also included the last two episodes of Good Omens).  I had a productive week of both remunerative work and writing (after editing my video lecture for Renegade University last week), and I even got two lovely presents:  the seventh season of Bewitched from Chekhov, and a Stornoway black pudding all the way from Scotland via Brooke Magnanti!  I like regular black pudding, but the Stornoway variety is without peer and at the time of this writing I’m still savoring the memory of the flavor from dinner a few hours ago; I’m going to take what’s left of this one out to Sunset on Thursday to share with Grace for Lammas.  Anyhow, that’s all I have to say for now; the selfie is simply one I took last Thursday and thought my hair looked extra-nice.

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