Man oh man!
Seriously, could the RIAA make it any easier for us?
Listen fellas, yeah, youze guys with the stogies up in your crystal palace puffin away and chucklin’ to each other about how you’re going to ‘crush’ those ‘infringers’… Yeah, seriously, ya know what, we’re sick of being abused by you. We’re sick of being fed your garbage — of the idea that you think that you control everything and can dictate the rules of my use of your “product” long after I’ve bought and paid for it.
Look, I dunno what planet you guys think you’re on and what legal system is going to end up supporting your stilted worldview, but it doesn’t even matter. Because you’re irrelevant. You’re meaningless. What you’re doing is like a slow train wreck euthanasia; we’re all watching you pen your own demise, over months and months of screwing your best customers. I mean — it’s so painfully clear to us! Why is this not obvious to you?
Oh oh, okay, I know — you’re saying “well, we can afford to be the bad guys and get everyone’s hate-ons directed as us because we’ve got players in bed with us that could smite you without even thinking about it.”
And you know what, while that’s true, you’re still not getting it. Because I’m just one paucitous individual. Get rid of me, two will fall in line to replace me. Take them out, four more. And on and on. That’s what you don’t get. And when you start screwing with people who own iPods, holy crap!, you’re unleashing a wrath far more powerful than the DOJ or your own fatcat legal hegemons: the MySpaceXangaLiveJournalOrkut kids and their parents.
So don’t say we didn’t warn you. Since, yeah, it’ll be our eyes that you’ll be staring up into questioningly as you realize that you’ve taken yourself out.