Now It’s Personal
I intended posting on my blog about this issue yesterday anyway, but something rather serendipitous occurred to make my post even sweeter. I love a touch of irony in the mornings…
On my previous blog post I received a little comment from a lovely visitor called Anonymous – in Spanish:
Pero que puta eres, y tu hijo es un hijo de puta bastardo de mala madre.
The lovely Lioness happened to be online when I received this in my inbox this morning and reluctanctly translated it for me:
“What a whore you are and your son is a son of a whore, son of a bad mother.”
It took about 10 seconds for the penny to drop. Silly me for sticking my head up at Bitacle the previous day.
Really guys, if your going to centre your entire website around stealing other people’s content, allow people to leave comments and then spam me with hateful abuse the day after I dare to point out ON MY STOLEN BLOG that I dont really appreciate the fact that YOU HAVE STOLEN MY ENTIRE BLOG, then have then sense to cover your tracks when you visit my actual blog. If you have the technology to block my IP address surely you must realise I have the technology to trace who was online at the time the comment was left. Bitacle, you scum-sucking bastards, you may have blocked my IP address so I can no longer access your website from home, but you cant block every IP in the world.
It seems they may have also disabled the comments feature now so people cant leave comments on their website thinking it is the actual blog. Since I cant access the website I had someone else do it for me. No comments feature anymore…gee wonder why???
The most disturbing thing about this whole Bitacle debacle is not the mere displaying of copyright material. It is that we cannot now protect our privacy. Feedburner, Technorati, etc, they can’t provide you with a page that no longer exists. Bitacle keeps your information. Keeps it. If you delete your blog and your photos having decided that your privacy has been compomised…too bad. Your blog may no longer exist but every word you ever wrote and every image you ever uploaded is right there on their server for anyone to search.
Next time they want to abuse me for asserting my legal rights I hope they get their facts right: I never charge for sex.