StumbleUpon.com: Personalized Recommendations to Help You...
Rated • 1475 reviews • stumbleupon • stumbleupon.com
Update: To whom it may concern, I can be found here.
myspace.com/brandonsergent [myspace.com/brandonsergent]
friendfeed.com/innomen [friendfeed.com/innomen]
Where to begin?
Ruled by silly little brats with porn and poetry.
Unconstitutional EULA restrictions.
Inability to introduce a page unless you claim to like it, despite how much people enjoy complaining.
Inability to respond to reviews.
Removal of classic layout.
Inability to archive or backup your blog.
Absurdly small character limits, and dimension limits for images.
Tactical patenting lock down of a profoundly important type of information system.
Update: I was recently told that there are many like me here and that I need to continue writing reviews because they serve a purpose.
I want to explain something because they served a personal purpose as well.
I truly felt free to say whatever was on my mind here. I no longer feel that way.
I feel like a fool for having dedicated so many hours in creating content and introducing so many people.
Literally my entire circle of friends in real life I brought to stumble.
People I don't even know anymore in real life still regularly use stumble because of me, people I've only met once I've hooked before they went their way.
And now I regret each and every one.
The ability to randomly serve up the Internet according to human filters is profoundly important, and I helped a company that would see that ability packaged and sold.
These people would charge per line read if they had had the chance to patent reading.
This event reminded me that free speech does not exist, there are merely levels of restriction.
In short my heart just isn't in it anymore.
If I were to create content for these people again it would be a shallow imitation of what I would actually like to say, because what I really want to say I have been Specifically Forbidden to say.
I might 'offend' someone.
In addition, this event was a solid vindication, a complete 'I told you so', a total cynical non-shock that confirms every assertion I've ever made about the social circles here.
I have said who rules here, I have said how, I have pointed out the total lack of ethics, and the motivation for their abandonment.
I have called out bigots and liars, ageists and hypocrites. But when I dared to demand transparency and integrity, then we see the true nature of things here.
When I asked pointed specific questions, and when I attempted to defend myself I got silence and threats.
It became clear that all my freedom was merely the result of not yet encountering what the mafia charmingly refers to as a rat, and what is known as a tattletale on playgrounds all over the country.
When it became clear that these people feel that they OWN my thoughts and opinions, when it came down to a hostage situation, change what you say or we'll silence you completely, I lost all respect.
In a country where protection of the law is a direct function of how much you can afford to pay a lawyer, I can no longer afford to be an idealist.
I cannot risk the deletion of what I have already said. We exist at the mercy of a hydraulic despot, with water in this case being the only realistic way for a non media company to talk to potentially thousands of people who weren't actively seeking their words.
Too often we trivialize, not realizing that information is the most important commodity on the planet, and people like this control the flow of it.
It may be just a blog to you, and if you saturate it with lyrics and porn, that's all it will ever be, but to me it was the ears of the future, and to protect what I have already said, I shall say no more.
myspace.com/brandonsergent [myspace.com/brandonsergent]
friendfeed.com/innomen [friendfeed.com/innomen]
Where to begin?
Ruled by silly little brats with porn and poetry.
Unconstitutional EULA restrictions.
Inability to introduce a page unless you claim to like it, despite how much people enjoy complaining.
Inability to respond to reviews.
Removal of classic layout.
Inability to archive or backup your blog.
Absurdly small character limits, and dimension limits for images.
Tactical patenting lock down of a profoundly important type of information system.
Update: I was recently told that there are many like me here and that I need to continue writing reviews because they serve a purpose.
I want to explain something because they served a personal purpose as well.
I truly felt free to say whatever was on my mind here. I no longer feel that way.
I feel like a fool for having dedicated so many hours in creating content and introducing so many people.
Literally my entire circle of friends in real life I brought to stumble.
People I don't even know anymore in real life still regularly use stumble because of me, people I've only met once I've hooked before they went their way.
And now I regret each and every one.
The ability to randomly serve up the Internet according to human filters is profoundly important, and I helped a company that would see that ability packaged and sold.
These people would charge per line read if they had had the chance to patent reading.
This event reminded me that free speech does not exist, there are merely levels of restriction.
In short my heart just isn't in it anymore.
If I were to create content for these people again it would be a shallow imitation of what I would actually like to say, because what I really want to say I have been Specifically Forbidden to say.
I might 'offend' someone.
In addition, this event was a solid vindication, a complete 'I told you so', a total cynical non-shock that confirms every assertion I've ever made about the social circles here.
I have said who rules here, I have said how, I have pointed out the total lack of ethics, and the motivation for their abandonment.
I have called out bigots and liars, ageists and hypocrites. But when I dared to demand transparency and integrity, then we see the true nature of things here.
When I asked pointed specific questions, and when I attempted to defend myself I got silence and threats.
It became clear that all my freedom was merely the result of not yet encountering what the mafia charmingly refers to as a rat, and what is known as a tattletale on playgrounds all over the country.
When it became clear that these people feel that they OWN my thoughts and opinions, when it came down to a hostage situation, change what you say or we'll silence you completely, I lost all respect.
In a country where protection of the law is a direct function of how much you can afford to pay a lawyer, I can no longer afford to be an idealist.
I cannot risk the deletion of what I have already said. We exist at the mercy of a hydraulic despot, with water in this case being the only realistic way for a non media company to talk to potentially thousands of people who weren't actively seeking their words.
Too often we trivialize, not realizing that information is the most important commodity on the planet, and people like this control the flow of it.
It may be just a blog to you, and if you saturate it with lyrics and porn, that's all it will ever be, but to me it was the ears of the future, and to protect what I have already said, I shall say no more.
