I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Notice to Link Farmers, Spammers, and our other friends…

Your activity is going up. We applaud your industry and drive. However, we don't allow link farming, spamming, or other non-related commercial or political activities here. We are open to dissent, on topic content, and even tips. However, the management of this blog continues to reserve the right to remove any comment that may be considered to fall into any of the afore mentioned categories.

Again, we encourage commenting (although we haven't had much here lately, but that also may be a product of the nature of this blog now being mostly news aggregation, we hope to change that back to just being one of many things, but we've been wanting to do that for years and you see where it's gotten us). We encourage dissenting views. We encourage engagement with the world (waves to my Russian and Italian friends). And we encourage argument (in the classical sense, not in the "sibling rivalry" sense).

But there are rules. Be nice. Be concise. Don't abuse the privilege. Don't be a dick.

We now return you to the regularly scheduled programing.

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