Where Can You Speak Freely Anymore?

Recently, I have had these instances where I would like to tell people things on Facebook or Twitter, but it seems like the lack of privacy in these networks makes freedom of speech nonexistent.

For instance: if I were to make a joke about how much I hate my job and how I would like to incinerate the property, I would run the risk of suffering many repercussions. A senior co-worker with nothing better to do than creep through social networks might view me as a risk to the company and have me reprimanded. Some law enforcement official might take things seriously and have a SWAT team coming to kick my ass and send me to jail. Future prospective employers might even decide that I'm too incompetent to pick me as a future employee, as well! Why is society so prone to taking the personal lives of regular, everyday people so seriously?

Another example: say I am having some pent-up mental issues and I want to vent. If I post them to Facebook, then I would have family members blowing up my phone wondering why my life sucks. Tweeting them would have a small portion of the world trolling me, while my few followers would be questioning what it is that makes me worth stalking. My wife would see an entry in either place and question why it is I haven't tried running these issues past her for review, while simultaneously (and unintentionally) making me feel like a terrible person for airing out problems that she could've potentially fixed. This example is a lose-lose situation.

My last scenario: I decide to tell a controversial joke. If it's about a particular ethnicity, someone is going to think I'm an uneducated bigot and question the authenticity of my ethics. Should I utter something about either gender, I'm labeled a male chauvenistic pig with a distorted perception of reality. Shall I decide to bark about religious beliefs, the "Church of the Sacred Bleeding Heart of Flying Spaghetti Monsters" is going to condemn me to eternal unrest and have me further exiled from humanity. I really wish this paragraph was a joke, but it's not.

So where is it that a middle-class, caucasian, male can share his frustrations anymore? Has free speech lost its luster to political correctness and hyper-censorship? Will I ever be allowed to stand out in the world without a knife in my back?

I want answers, but it seems that this luxury has been expended. A new world has slowly phaged into our lives, and it appears that a new chapter is going to have to emerge in my life. This new chapter will likely have many calculated losses, and the character structure of my life's story might have to drastically change in the near time to come.

Apparently, a new event horizon has become manifest for this cyberspace pirate.

What is the meaning of your life?

I'm lead to believe that there is no meaning to life as a whole, but that everyone sets their own meanings for life. One person might be born to reproduce. Another is born to bake cakes. Yet, another is born to create machines that mass produce cars. My meaning is to tell stories.

Standing outside last night as I was enjoying my last cigarette before bed, I started to contemplate this. If I were to assign myself a meaning, what would it be? What does everything I do become once it's done? I had questions, and Radio Shack wasn't there to oblige. Of course, I started thinking about my ritualistic habits and tendencies.

Everytime I try to make a serious or difficult decision, I ask myself what it is that would make a good story. "Wouldn't it make an awesome story if I decided to move to another state on a whim? No wait, let's decide over a game of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors'. That will make it more interesting!" I do these things, and I always feel like I made the right choice. After all, what's more meaningful in life than to be able to tell younger generations the truth about how incredible your life has been?

Interestingly, I think this all started one day when someone was telling me a[n] [obviously] fake story about getting arrested. As I listened, I couldn't help but feel sorry for them. "As interesting as this person ACTUALLY is, why would they make up a fake story to try and sound exciting?" I decided from that day forward that I would make EVERYTHING an adventure, and I would only tell stories that at least one other person could confirm. What a challenge!

But having a good story is how I deal with things throughout my daily grind. I'm 24 and this is the 4th state where I've lived since I left my parents' house. I do everything I choose to do, even if it disrupts another person's plans. That's me, and that's how I would like to be remembered one day: the guy with a life worth putting into a good story.

So what is your meaning of life? Please share.

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Riding out the storm

We have, ourselves, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once more able to defend our Internets, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone.

Even though large parts of Internets and many old and famous trackers have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Ifpi and all the odious apparatus of MPAA rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the ef-nets and darknets, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Internets, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the baywords.org, we shall fight on the /. and on the digg, we shall fight in the courts; we shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, the Internets or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the Anon Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in Cerf's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.

Signed;

The Pirate Bay Crew - Always when needed.

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My true hero, Billy Mays, died.

I thought it was a joke whenever my girlfriend woke me up this morning, but apparently it was definitely not. Nobody else's death in the past week has affected me in any kind of way, but Billy Mays passing away has changed my life in a way that I really don't want to talk about any longer. I'm revoking my own speech privileges for the rest of the day.

The Pirate Party Takes Home an EU Victory!

Could this be a start for a freer, more artistic environment for our planet? According to Adbusters.org:

"The official platform of the Swedish Pirate Party is threefold: 1) Reform copyright law by decriminalizing all noncommercial copying and publicly encouraging the use of peer-to-peer networks, 2) Abolish all patents and 3) Respect the right to privacy by putting an “emergency brake” on the increasing surveillance of citizens. On all other questions, the Swedish Pirate Party has chosen to remain neutral."

We'll find out!

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