The Internet

The Internet. Home of free speech, a bucket load of porn, and every moron with an opinion to voice.

I love the Internet. My blog's there for a start. However, some people seem to think that the ability to post anonymously means you can start spewing this hate filled bile everywhere.

 

Recently there has been a lot of controversy regarding a Facebook group called "Dead Baby Jokes". If I have to explain what it contains, then I'm shocked you've gotten this far in life, and I'm sickened by the thought of you breeding.

I understand that the material is upsetting. It's a horrible subject for some. There are those who want the group banned. Which is understandable. They find it in poor taste.

 

They say they're "entitled to their opinion" on the matter. Which gets right up my fucking nose. You cannot use a line like that to have something shut down. Your right to free speech does not, in any way, shape or form, outweigh someone else's.

Have a gander at the group, constant reader. People are posting things like "I'm a Christian and this is disgusting. People like you should be raped and murdered!".

Aye. That's very fucking religious of you, mate. I remember the words of Jesus; "Let he who is without sin commit buggery and murder every bastard who doesn't agree with him".

...actually. Hang on a tick. I'm no bible scholar but isn't one of those commandments about killing?

 

I want to know where we draw the line. If we remove this dead baby joke group, do we then remove those sending the worst threats to the creators? Do we take that particular profile off Facebook or do we ban them from the Internet entirely?

This week saw a young man getting arrested for sending threatening Twitter messages to an Olympic athlete. Fans found it to be in poor taste.

 

You cannot police the Internet. It's where free speech thrives. It's where gits like me are given the chance to complain about other gits who moan too much. And that is wonderful. If I was to walk into the city centre and start shouting about last nights TV, I'd be locked up, with everyone thinking I was mad as arseholes. Quite bloody rightly too.

Can you imagine walking up to a stranger, waving your latest sketch or poem in their face? "Read this!" you'd cry. "Fucking read this and tell me it's good!". The Internet gives us the chance to put ourselves out there. Be it with a big photo of you grinning like Cheshire cat, or with complete anonymity. We can judge and be judged and we can say what we want.

I've read chapters of a book, online, as an author has finished them. I've watched massive fans of a TV show painfully recreate a prop or do dramatic readings of their favourite lines. I have, thanks to a pissload of booze, zero sleep and wonderful group of friends, watched ET being passionately fingered.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

 

So don't let these people ruin the Internet for us. These people up on their high fucking horses, swimming in bile and hypocrisy.

What pisses me off (I can hear your sigh from here, dear reader. "There's more?") is these people who complain about finding humour in the Facebook group? These are the bastards who will shove a photo of some dying baby in your face, tubes out every orifice, and say "Like this photo! Don't ignore it! Like it or this baby will die and it'll be all your fault!".

 

Don't tell dead baby jokes. It's in poor taste. Take a picture of one almost there and ask people to like it because your sad little life has no meaning. Welcome to the Internet. Home of the bastards, bastion of hypocrisy and void of any once of sense. Don't forget to click 'Like'.

GWB