What the left has done by censoring us is the equivalent of building a great big forum area, with the public resources.

It's called Internet or connected computer networking.

The collective created (with copious DARPA funding) a giant infrastructure and placed what are known as 'protocols' so we can all use it!

Thank you United STates MIlitary who really were the ones who funded and invented all of this.

after all that was created they then funded an other layer on top of that. It was HTTPD, to allow for the 'serving' of content, not just the sharing. Before it was 'well, here's the adress of all that' do what you will.

then it became 'we will give you a file to help you sift through this content. Look for one called 'index.html'.

from there we got the modern web.

what was happening in the background?

the money-coin people who make money for nothing started buying up any and all companies associated with computers and internet and web sites.

they did this over a long period of years.

One by one they put all the brillient people out on the street while they usurped all the technology and sent in legions of arbitrage experts.

An engineer was worth 2 million dollars to a strike price.

So then around 2007 all at once (I am glossing past other details) suddenly all the powers said 'look for me at my . . . . page'

and suddenly we had these monsterous stupid 'I like you I like you' bullshit pages.

Horrified, those who develop web were like 'what do we do? they move us back 10 years. These sites are crap. These public companies are all insider trading. They must have paid off governance to make them say 'we will no longer care to know how to read and write Internet and let these 'at jack-holes' do it for us.

And they went off into a 10 year yum saying 'Obama is the king of kings and we are the kang of kangs'

and then we had the Barry Years (with the illegal president).

And so the social media put us back 10 years in website design and stuck us there, and ignored new talent, moving graphic to the video game, and making the web into a nightmare of popups and cat faces and boasting supremicists claiming that eveyrone hates them so it's alright for them to plot the destruction of all the other groups and classes . . .

and it crescendoes.

they gave free tuition to 'dreamers'

I know it seems unrelated.

we slaved for years and took on debt to become masters of the domains and tried to be social and cool and not jerky. But what happened instead, these bot-baby sex-cult victim trade-touch for power (who were selected early in life) were promoted as wonder kin and handed the keys to the Internet Kingdom

And here is the punchline that all the creeps will not get

and At jackass and all they became the masters of TCP/IP verson IV

why do I say that? What is this version 4

because they stopped learning and listening, and started dictating, and moved all web design into commerce and crap-page product spam (that all show the same product) they did not get that IPv4 is just proxied by the real deal . . . IPv6

will someone please hire me?

I know all this shit.

I was shut out for being a gadfly

I'm a skeptic. I naturally always took a skeptical point of view and lovingly always shared it.

I was always dead on in my predictions as to what the real motives were.

and I also witness major system theft in a bunch of cases where

overseas people looted all the code, and broke the product and bankrupted a company, stealling all it's useful tech.

In one case color printers I saw from a distance what they did.

The model of destributed content where you get a list of links and content is built from html and layout langauges using parts and pieces is the model that lets us own our own data.

"Now that I have built this wonderful forum and public space in which the public and come and share ideas, if you dare to say anything I don't like I shall now dump green slime on you."

and film it and show it on cable?

It's just the allegorical slime of popping up and placing comentary on top of the words of another.

>>9359231

what about the Culpret Bank?

how is that fairing?

My bank goes to eleven.

>>9359238

I bet that for Jack Jr. it was a downer at times around his birthday.

But you can't change your birthday.

HBD to the Jack!

when I was a lad I thought that there were two people: Jack and John Kennedy.

and of course there was John Jon and Caroline and all the rest . . .

HBD to Jack and all the rest of you: stop with all the drugs and booze. Sick of hearing about funerals for young people.

what if they banned a letter?

and they wrote the code and said 'if you use this letter . . . '

but then they implemented and distributed the code. And the code says 'delete that letter in every case'

and then they say ' you can not use this letter (letter-deleted)' and they blot out what it is that you aren't supposed to use.

and they make a secret law in the background that says 'if anyone does . . . use this letter . . . then off to hell . . . '

and so the guy in charge of sending out the messages says 'oh master, I cna't send out your message because the system prevents me from using that letter'

'give me that you blunderous hole, I am the kang of the compped-any, I'm in charge here'

and he does his magic code wave and bypasses the new program sending the message, with the forbidden letter, out for the whole world to see . . .

at which point the people who had made the new law said . . . 'arrest him'

"but I'm the kang, I have the rang. I tell people they are nothing and make them believe me.

do you know who I am"

it's a straw dog.

the incense are used to put out a pleasant smell.

when the burn the straw does that send a message?

would the tweetie-ones censor this?

how would they even know what I mean?

I'm rather creative and this is just a draft . . .

how would we be able to share drafts?

they would decide it's improper content and not show it.

what is tweetie-jack taaa-due?

ta-daaa

"but I'm the kang,

I have the ring"

"oh dear, gawd,

he's going to sing"

tribute to Monty Python!

The only birds allowed in

Tweetie Jack Forum

were carrion birds.

"let the glatorial riots begin

We'll be gaming here on the eleventh floor of our eleventh bank"

but with Tweetie Jack let this bird fly into Tweetie Jack Forum because the only birds

the only bird

allowed in Tweetie Jack Forum

are carrion birds.

but we can just see all the other birds, Tweetie Jack, in your public space, landing on your columns, and posting their deposits all over this space . .

the shills: "you're just quoting lyrics in your head and passing it off as comentary and funny story. we're goinna slime your story"

What is Tweetie Jack Ta-due?

Tweetie Jack: go into my forum in my space and wash off all the bird ppoop comments of people I don't like.

But At Tweetie-Jack, MySpace really isn't anything.

"not MySpace, my space, my forum, my pages"

"Jack we're devolving into a sit comm bit, this is serious business. There will be no more clowning around. The people need a place to speak and you will let them."

"But I was suppose to be the kang . . .

I'm the one to whom they gave the ring"

Oh dear gawd, he's going to sing . . .

he's going to sing he's going to sing

sound of a record needle scratching across a record

Tweetie Jack is a public domain fictional character and in no way has anything to do with any public figure except maybe to attempt to be, and maybe fail, a humorous aside in times of glatorial rioting of the kept-gethhoes of the gamer-bankers, and their many elevensess

>>9359377

Do you suppose that there are people gaming these riots?

I say it as a joke or sick innuendo.

I really don't know.

I've heard that Kappy felt great anquish for having clicked something that . . . he shouldn't have.

gaming something abominable.

but we know that when things are planned part of it is often games for the cretins who plan it.

gambling and such.

I really hope not.

my fictions are fictions, without sauce.

I can channel these worst case villainous types, but I really hope that they aren't real.

So that's me saying I want At Jack to be real: stop censoring, and that includes your forced commentary.

when there is bird-poop

on my car

I use a spray bottle with cleaner and spray it, and wipe it off.

when someone comments over someone else's post, that's like a bird pooping on the post.

Rick Steves in Rome.

Hillary was there!

but it was all dark and blury

and he's Rick Steves. (I guess he's famous) and he wants to give her a tip on where to eat.

so she meets him and you hear her.

I guess I never heard her up close like that.

very wierd.

>>9359579

was the mayor safe in a high building by the river? Watching it all like he's viewing an aquarium?

>>9359618

reports indicate that the two knew each other . . . and worked together.

but you'd better check it out on your own and not take my word for it. Look to notables.

>>9359636

cringe me not

in the lonesome forum . . .

>>9359637

when you nelieve something like that, it's a good thing (a really good thing) that you don't also believe it.

so after Tweetie Jack opened Tweetie Jack Forum and everyone was used to using, he sent in his Dodo-bird Censors, a kind of evil pigeon, to crap all over everyone.

"Swack 'the letter Q is not allowed'"

"you said Swack"

where is that grammaticus Pantherious?

"Swack, I had to. I had to swack, because in

tweetie jack forum . . . "

yes we get it , a catch phrase Pheww . . .

We build these columns

"they are more like posts"

"We put these beautifully ornate and styling architectural columns here at "

they aren't even columns, they are post.

and after the the dodojack pigeons get them they will live up to a different name.

s_itpost?

but they are ornate and beautiful columns . . . that we put here at this site.

yes yes we all must see pantherous gramaticus telling everyone how stupid they are for not speaking and write and squacking and walking in a formal style of a fetish place and for a purpose that this is not.

ah grammaticus phanterius, you stupid kat.

how dare you slur grammar cat

you can't even spell

eh too, Fungus?

and thus the wasted land

of ruined over old space,

that

place lives as but a memory of a bad dream

of the long ago . . .

the ruins of their causes,

the cause of ruining their causes, wins over.

the public will not live within a space that censors always shout you down.