SOPA is one of those things that makes me want to just flip my laptop and not even care.
“Muwhahaha! I’m a fat
man sitting up in congress making more money than I should! Excuse me while I laugh at the common people and stuff my face with kosher steak!” –that’s what I always imagine a congressman saying, complete with a giant cigar in his mouth and an electric heated leather chair.
I’m a writer, yes, my characters and stories are my creations and I love them the way a mother loves her favorite child, or the way a child loves the set of grandparents that don’t buy them socks for Christmas.
I’m not going to go after someone redistributing my work, as long as they’re not claiming they created any of it themselves.
Then again, I’m not a multimillion dollar industry who isn’t suffering from financial hardship.
Before I go off on a rant, I’ll just leave this picture to describe how I feel–shocked, betrayed, and frustrated.