Sixteen weeks.
That's as long as any song has ever spent at #1 on Billboard's Hot 100.
It's about how long I was in high school before my first suspension there.
It's 3 times as long as the '91 Gulf War, in fact.
And now it's been 16 weeks since we introduced POOP - to combat Google's disregard for basic privacy.
But Google is stubborn - so they've stretched what could have taken 5 minutes of their time into an ordeal that's been 4 months and counting.
If there was a gold medal for futility and thickheadedness, Google would have enough gold to melt down and pay off the national debt.
Meanwhile, I just learned yesterday that someone (apparently in local government) forged my name on a brand new spam post, and had their newsreader set to a date that was years ago, to make it look like I posted it. We know it's a new post, however, because it just now appeared. Google offers no mechanism for deleting forged posts.
And to think right-wingers actually believe Google is a bunch of leftists. Now they're accusing Google of suppressing information about the climate change e-mails that they've been harping about. Well, that right-wing claim is about to be debunked here like so many others, so hang on to your hats.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Week 16 of POOP
Posted by Bandit at 12:42 PM
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Google is protecting the People's right to read your historically important Usenet posts. Meanwhile, the People need you to use your time productively.
ReplyDeleteSeveral problems with this line of "reasoning":
ReplyDelete1) Many of the posts were not mine. (Someone forged my address, as with the latest spam.)
2) I own the copyrights on the ones that are mine, and I never authorized Google to use them.
3) Some of them contain private data.
You don't own copyrights, those posts belong to the People.
ReplyDeleteWrong!
ReplyDeleteThey're not public domain.
Everything you do is in the public domain. You are the People's leader.
ReplyDeleteAre you a copyright lawyer? Go look up copyright and public domain.
ReplyDelete