This Space for Rent


There's one company now you can sign up and you can get a movie delivered to your house daily by delivery service. Okay. And currently it comes to your house, it gets put in the mail box when you get home and you change your order but you pay for that, right.

But this service isn't going to go through the interent and what you do is you just go to a place on the internet and you order your movie and guess what you can order ten of them delivered to you and the delivery charge is free.

Ten of them streaming across that internet and what happens to your own personal internet?

I just the other day got, an internet was sent by my staff at 10 o'clock in the morning on Friday and I just got it yesterday. Why?

(--Ted Stevens (E-AK), quoted by "wired blogs")

I'm amazed. There are plenty of "libertarian" Evil Party sympathisers in the computer world, including quite a few people involved with networking (shoot, you still can't swing a cat on Usenet without running into someone beabling about the evil government™ blocking human creativity™ for some imagined offense against capitalism), so you'd think that Mr. Stevens might have been able to hire someone that could give this, um, argument the slick professionalism of actually making sense.

But I suppose that might be embarrassing to the learned gentleman from Alaska, and it would destroy the perfect equality of a country dominated by Evil Party apparachniks.

It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor.

Diana Moon Glampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on.

(Kurt Vonnegut describes the GOP version of paradise)