Well, I haven't downloaded much of any 'entertainment content' in recent months (slow dial-up connections will do that to you), but I've still got 3 (three) P2P systems on my desktop which are perfectly functional, and the leather-clad, brass-knuckle-wielding thugs haven't been sent 'round to bust me up yet. I better hide the cat though; you never know when Fluffy might get kidnapped, held for ransom and taken off the Tender Vittles. The wife and kids have all moved out to an undisclosed location for their safety, and I have frozen my bank accounts. I'm not paranoid yet, but I have retained the services of a medical professional just in case.
I think it's time for another
RIAA website hack, eh? Remember those? Complete with free, downloadable mp3 links.
The
RIAA Dinosaur, huffing and puffing, blowing fire, brimstone and smoke, threatening all lower and smaller lifeforms, is fated for untimate demise just like it's Jurassic Park counterparts. The monster will eventually get wiped out by a meteor shower, or smother in molten lava from an exploding volcano. Either way, the
RIAA is fatally scheduled for extinction.
But for now, in these - the last waning years of the Music-Conglomerate Monopoly, it's scary to see that 7,704 people have been sued. It just goes to show you the financial clout these oversized lizards have, but I think it's safe to say that most people, thanks in large measure to the Internet, see these people for what they truly are. Like spoiled brats they throw their final Hissy-Fits out where ever they can, suing everybody and everything in their path.
It'll never work. It hasn't worked. It cannot work. The
RIAA is dead in the water, and we'll be digging up it's fossilized bones for years to come after all the fallout has settled.
Patience my friends, all we need is patience.
A_K.