Stealing is to take something hard and tangible or to take credit for someone else's work.
Your civil protest inspired me; I have stacks and stacks of blank CDs in my room, so I ran to put one in my CD player, but nothing happened. What is the secret?
How can music companies sell blank CDs for $18.99?
That is outrageuous. Do people actually buy blank CDs for $18.99?
And, what the Hell does a blank video tape cost? I watched a blank video tape last night; in this instance, I got say, the blank book was not any better. After the first hour and a half, I couldn't take any more, so I just shut it off.
I can imagine folks going to the movie theatre and paying $10 a pop to watch blank film being projected on a white screen, but hey, you know, it costs money to build those actual buildings and put up those actual screens. I mean, there was sweat involved, and you can't expect some true working man construction guy to just throw those things up for free.
I mean, for as long as there is a reason to truly work and truly throw them up.
In this day and age of PDFs et. al. wizzing through the ether, how in the world can B&N justify charging anyone $19.95 for a novel? Like, the little cupcake at the community college in the Xerox commercial, 'now we can all get published.' Christ, like there are that many trees to kill for **** just like this that used to cover the stalls in the bathroom wall.
IP is a crime against IC (Intellectual Consumers.)
IC; you know, the no-talent, no-brains little ****s running around half awake in their 24/7 stupor with maws agape, waiting to be fed their birthright IP, the product of some other living human being.
How do you define an IC? It is an intellectual exercise to recognize 'stealing' when you see it. It is gutless to paint that as anything else. That's probably a pretty good test, right there.
When you have no control over what you create, when you have no right to dispose of it as you see fit, then creativity is nothing but an indictment to slavery, and we poor ICs are going to be left with mounds of the steaming turd hobby table scraps. As in, that truly working construction worker guy, fresh from his day job putting up movie houses that get tired of showing cheap but still balnk film, will somehow earn enough to buy his little Sony and put together an indie for our viewing pleasure in his spare time, "Hey, look what I made on my Mac."
Key-rist.