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Testing The Right To Resell Downloaded Music
David Gerard writes "A man has bought a song from Apple iTunes and has put it up for sale on eBay. "I only spent $0.99 on it but I bought the song just as legally as I would a CD, so I should be able to sell it used just as legally, right?" Does the Right of First Sale still exist?" The seller says he's seeking attention, but not to himself. Rather, he calls this "an experiment in property rights in the digital age," and promises not to keep a copy once the sale is done.
Dear Dr. Goatse,
I am writing to you because I am in need of legal assistance. I am currently charged with murder, burglary, terrorism, and a wide variety of charges. The story behind these accusations is somewhat longwinded, but I will attempt to describe it below:
It all started when I was a child. I was the victim of sexual abuse by a deranged, obese, elderly babysitter. This man would babysit for me when my parents went on long vacations. As soon as they left, my normally cozy home turned into a sordid den of gay rape and bestiality. The old man, who by coincidence shared the name Ike with another famous gay man from a different troll, would act normally for a few hours after my parents departed. Soon, however, he would ask me to come sit on the sofa with him and watch television. While we watched the good old sitcoms on television, he would slowly move his wrinkled old hand onto my leg. I was too small and too scared to object, and he wouldn't have cared anyway, so I ignored him and continued to watch the TV. He massage my legs, moving in higher and higher circles with his warm, delicate touch. Eventually he would come to my buttocks, where he would slide his weathered hands into my shorts and continue his massage. At this point it would become very difficult for me to watch my shows, as he would squeeze my tender young asscheeks while breathing heavily (I think the sexual excitment presented some problems for him and his pacemaker). At some point, he would flick off the TV and pull my pants off, then my shirt. His semi-bald head glistened in the afternoon sun, and his white hair was matted to his head with his sweat. He would turn me over, and continue his massage. I didn't look back at him as we would get angry if I did anything other than staring ahead and pretending that nothing was happening.
Zzzzzzzzip! His zipper, with its sound easily susceptible to onomatopoeia, flew open. A few seconds later, his shining manhood flew outwards. My young asshole would clench in nervous anticipation of his anal invasion with his nine hard, throbbing, inches of man-meat. I could hear his weazing breath as he coughed some saliva onto his penis, rubbing it to make up for its geriatric lack of virility. While he aroused himself for his rectal piracy, he slid a finger into my clenched anus. Initially, the pain seemed unbearable; however, as time went on, I gradually relaxed and even came to shove my small boyish behind back onto his intruding finger, aching for prostate stimulation. Soon it was time: he withdrew his finger, and prepped his hard manhood for its intestinal odyssey into my backdoor. My bay breath quickened, and thoughts of his cragged, veined old manhood filled my mind like a Kreskin's semen in BSD's dying bowels. I felt a warm touch against my cheeks, and soon the head of his mantruder was nestled inside of my gripping sphincter. I gasped as his throbbing virility inched into my rear passages. Slowly but surely all of his nine inches invaded my bum, and I was left impaled on him. As I mentioned, he was quite obese, so his flabby, pasty stomach with its green varicrose veins were pressed against my young back. At this point my eyes bugged out of my head as his cock buggered into my asshole. Soon the pumping began: there was some pain, and while it did multiply as time went on, the pleasure grew too, but at an exponential rate. Taking into account other factors, the overall satisfaction could be measured by the equation S(x) = GAMMA(x) - 20x, where GAMMA is the standard gamma function. As you can see, it would be only a short time (about 6 seconds) before I was in throes of esctacy. Alas; all good things must come to an end, and soon Ike was ready to shoot his seed deep into my poop chute. As his semen shot forth into the deep, moist unknown, I moaned "Oh yes!" with such a force that I could have burst through a brick wall and dispensed sugary beverages such as Kool-aid and Capri-Sun. His steaming stringy semen oozed its way in reverse through my digestive system. At this
I love you. Just thought you'd like to know.
Big Brother Bush is doubleplus ungood.
BSD is for people who love UNIX. Linux is for those who hate Microsoft.
That's bullshit.
I hate to troll
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Aren't you actually "gnoming"?
I can't believe I read this. I could not stop, but I am sick now. Have to go get koolaid.
The one where the Declaration of Independence can still be read because it was written on hemp, or the one which outlawed hemp in 1937 because of lobbing efforts by Dupont and others that associated it with marijuana, when really they wanted to remove competition to their synthetic fibers? It is currently illegal to grow hemp because it can't be easily distinguished from marijuana during raids. William Randolph Hearst, newspaper owner and friend of the DuPonts, slanted the news in his papers (yellow journalsim) To quote Jack Herer, "in the 1920s and 1930s, Hearst's newspaper chain led to the deliberate..yellow journalism campaign to have marijuana outlawed. From 1916 to 1937, as an example, the story of a car accident in which a marijuana cigarette was found would dominate the headlines for weeks, while alcohol related car accidents (which outnumber hemp-related accidents by 1,000 to 1) made only back pages." (Source) {The "Drug War" part. This page correlates information I've found from other sources.}
Or more modern with the bills to fight P2P networks, if you want a digital equivalent. However, that's a recent example and the hemp one shows that this isn't a new phenomenon.
R: That voice. Where have I heard that voice before? B: In about 365 other episodes. But I don't know who it is either.
Actually, in most of the US, there are no restrictions on the resale of used firearms. The first sale of a new gun requires the completion of a federal form which is retained by the dealer and a background check. Afterwards, selling a gun is no different than selling a book. Some states restrict who is allowed to purchase and own guns (prohibited possessors) and the seller is supposed to do a reasonable job of validating the purchaser. He might even be allowed to take advantage of his county's sheriff department to do a background check. But, by and large, there are no prohibitions on the resale of firearms.