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by Adverblessly
829 days ago
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> In other words I started to see piracy as an assault on the middle class, almost a tool to bust wages and disempower labor. The middle class don't significantly own any intellectual property, it is owned by the huge corporations they may be working for. It is also mostly the middle class that gets fleeced in schemes where they don't actually own the things they buy with their money due to copyright, from bought content disappearing to the ether, devices being illegal to repair or modify, devices spying on you etc. This is why huge corporations are the ones bribing politicians^H^H lobbying for outrageous copyright laws and spreading pro-copyright propaganda^H ads and completely organic think-pieces in the media. |
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Reminds me of the "The Wire" chicken nugget scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbAbFF6Xc04
Wallace: Man, whoever invented these, yo, he off the hook.
Malik 'Poot' Carr: What?
Wallace: Mm. Muthafucka got the bone all the way out the damn chicken. 'Til he came along, niggas been chewin' on drumsticks and shit, gettin' they fingers all greasy. He said, " Later for the bone. Let's nugget that meat up and make some real money."
Malik 'Poot' Carr: You think the man got paid?
Wallace: Who?
Malik 'Poot' Carr: Man who invented these.
Wallace: Shit, he richer than a muthafucka.
D'Angelo Barksdale: Why? You think he get a percentage?
Wallace: Why not?
D'Angelo Barksdale: Nigga, please. The man who invented them things? Just some sad-ass down at the basement at McDonald's, thinkin' up some shit to make some money for the real players.
Malik 'Poot' Carr: Naw, man, that ain't right.
D'Angelo Barksdale: Fuck "right." It ain't about right, it's about money. Now you think Ronald McDonald gonna go down in that basement and say, "Hey, Mista Nugget, you the bomb. We sellin' chicken faster than you can tear the bone out. So I'm gonna write my clowny-ass name on this fat-ass check for you"?
Wallace: Shit.
D'Angelo Barksdale: Man, the nigga who invented them things still workin' in the basement for regular wage, thinkin' up some shit to make the fries taste better or some shit like that. Believe.