Free Prince!
Now that Prince has decided to give away a free CD we know what really drives the music industry to terrorize the public.
For years, the Recording Industry has trumpeted that they are protecting the rights of the artists and helping them get the money they rightfully earned through hard work, professionalism and dedication to their craft. The Recording Industry has been so successful in promoting this message that they even have the FBI placing warnings on CD to threaten consumers with fines and jail - even though they are supposed to be focusing efforts on combating terrorism (as told to me when I went to the FBI seeking help with a problem).
So why would the Recording industry care if Prince wants to give away his CDs?
What is it they are outraged about now?
Prince is the copyright holder. He should be able to do what he pleases with his music.
The Entertainment Retailer’s Association said,
It would be an insult to all those record stores who have supported Prince throughout his career.
What kind of B.S. is that? Don’t they recall Emancipation? That very album’s existence is Prince’s snubbing of the Recording Industry as he set himself free. It should come as no surprise that Prince is willing to give away free CDs as a way of again flipping the bird to the Recording Industry greed vultures.
Lest we forget…he had been known as a symbol and was referred to by the media as TAFKAP for a period of time. This was a protest to Warner Brother’s trademarking his birth name.
Bravo Prince! Prince’s free CD offer reminds the world that the Recording Industry lawyers are not really there to protect the rights of artists. The sole purpose of the Recording Industry Association of America and other nefarious organizations of their ilk is to protect the flow of dollars to the coffers of the copyright holders.
May they all burn in hell.
Self Mummification
Or you could just eat at McDonalds every day until you die.
File-sharing Follies
It looks like the BPI/RIAA are winning their campaigns of terror. They convinced some sap to blow the whistle on file-sharing at Honeywell in Europe.
Calling out Coulter
This week on Hardball with Chris Matthews, Elizabeth Edwards called in and asked Ann Coulter to focus on the issues instead of reducing politics to personal attacks. Not only did Ann Coulter decline to acquiesce to Elizibeth’s request, but she couldn’t even attempt to debate anything with Elizabeth. Instead, Ann just went to her “talking points” and repeated standard neocon and Republican smear tactics to try to distract from what could really be an actual debate of issues. The Republican smear campaigns will never stop.
When politely asked to refrain from her personal vendetta, Ann wouldn’t even acknowledge her history. Ann’s failure to recognize her loathsome behavior reinforces what she really is: a Punditainer. Coulter is one who only cares about the issues insomuch as it will improve her ratings and make her paycheck fatter.
If she were a serious political pundit, one might actually value her opinion and possibly even agree with some of her talking points. But she is not serious about anything real. She is merely a mouthpiece to energize the base.
When confronted with reality, with a one on one questions from a fellow citizen, she simply went back into attack mode and did what all good little Republicans do: Smear! Smear! Smear!
Shame on you Ann Coulter. Keep selling your soul. Old Scratch is waiting!
Sardine Showdown
King Oscar and Port Clyde. Two of the biggest names on Minnesota grocer shelves. This showdown pits the two products, one on one. May the best sardine win!
The loose criteria used to judge will be:
* consistency
* taste
* aftertaste
* aroma
* texture
* color
* burps
Sardines are generally repulsive and only a few people in the world actually enjoy them. I happen to be one of the idiots who not only enjoys sardines, I LOVE sardines and generally most types of potted meats.
I started with King Oscar. The King Oscar packaging was swell and featured King Oscar II of Norway. It also stated extra virgin olive oil. This aroused my curiosity immediately.
The sardines themselves were pretty small. There were double-stacked and were completely covered in olive oil. there were lots of sardines in the can and they were delicious. The texture was firm, but easily chewable with no bones or other crunchy anaomolies detected. The aroma was a sardine aroma and the fine silvery color of each glistening sardine was very pleasing.
A full hour after eating them and I could still detect the dreamy smells on my breath and the sense of a light sheen of oil lining my teeth.
On the Port Clyde!
The Port Clyde sardines were a mustard-based product. The sardines were larger and the mustard oil was a unique change from the olive oil. I have have mustard-based sardines in the past, but the Port Clyde sardines were just not as memorable as other sardines and they definitely did not stack up to King Oscar’s virgins.
The sardines themselves were sort of mushy and you couldn’t really see the fish themselves. It was as though the mustard sauce was being used to mask the quality of the sardines. The mustard sauce did not taste very good, and the aftertaste was not pleasant. Also, the burp factor was more of a Vurp factor (Vomit-Burp). I was able to choke the Vurp down again and I did not go into full reverse peristaltic action, but it was a test of wills.
After this taste test, King Oscar really is King!
Rumsfeld
Did you see the latest about Rumsfeld? http://youtube.com/watch?v=eBGIQ7ZuuiU