Policy Change

I think most Readers have enjoyed the occasional tottypic and pics of old movie stars that have appeared on these pages over the years.

However, these many years have also seen me in a constant battle with the legal copyright hucksters, who have hounded me over the (inadvertent) abridgement of their clients’ copyright (or so they claim — I’ve never seen any actual proof that they do indeed represent said photographers).  All this despite the obvious fact that I’m not using the pics to make a buck.

As I once tried to explain to one of these cocksuckers:  if I were using these “copyrighted” pics to make, say, a coffee table book — in other words, as part of a commercial venture — then I’d indeed either take the pics out or pay some kind of royalty fee.

I write novels, so I know exactly that works.

Over the years, I’ve also had various of my essays pilfered and posted in toto on some forum, blog or website — think Pussification and Let Africa Sink, among several — and my response was not to Go To The Lawyers, but just to write to the said pilferers and ask them to take it down.  Some did, some didn’t.

So I know how that goes.

But in my advanced age, I’m sick of it all:  the hectoring letters, the threats to take me to court, all the usual bullshit lawyers throw at you when they want to compel you to do something or stop doing something.  It’s gone on for long enough, and frankly, the game is no longer worth the candle.

They’ve won.

After this weekend, there will no longer be any pics on this website unless I took them myself, or pics of guns or cars — which strangely, nobody seems to care about.

No Classic Beauties, no random totty, no links to newspaper reports of the activities of these creatures, nothing.  It’s been fun, harmless fun, but now it’s over.

And the assholes at Copytrack (a German company) and Higsby and Associates (a California company) can go and fuck themselves.

16 comments

  1. Great pity. I think it was Bierce who wrote that piracy is “commerce without the follyswaddles.”
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  2. I’m a bit younger than you, but I understand the feeling when life just keeps handing you too much bullshit. The prevailing thought is “what is the minimal amount of effort I must put forth in order to reduce the bullshit to a manageable level”. At that point it’s not so much giving up or giving in, it’s just quality of life management. Sorry to see it happen, but I completely understand.

  3. Not that it matters, but I think you can get around this by showing the image in a link in a frame, so it’s not “hosted” on your site. You’d be simply be showing what someone else has hosted.

    That said, I get it. It’s a pain in the ass. I’ll miss the hot ones. The old broads you show? Notsomuch.

  4. My advancing years have seen the end of illicit drugs in my life. Then tobacco went up in smoke, so fine, imported cigars went away. I came to my senses five years ago and put the bottle down for the last time. I enjoyed them all, right up to their end.

    Now, we are losing the Random Totties.

    That reduces retirement to feeding the pigeons and yelling at the evening news on TV. I am sorry to see you surrender, but I can certainly understand that you’ve reached b.s. overload.

    1. you can always sit outside and yell at the clouds.

      Yeah, there’s lots of stuff I gave up too. Sucks.

  5. You have toed the line, stood your post, fought the good fight. Well done, and thanks for all the free ice cream.

    Sick and tired. I get it. These days, I find I must parcel out and prioritize my energy as it is not what it once was. To the occasional whiner who feels they did not get their due from me, tough shit. Call me after you turn 73 and we’ll see how you’re doing.

      1. We could start another helicopter fleet.

        On YT theres a guy called Fat Electrician (who you probably are familiar with) that did an episode on Buc-ee’s and how they probably have an outsourced group of lawyers who are just looking for this shit so they can create billable hours.

        Five will get you ten that this is what is happening here.

  6. I remember when we were going to have flying cars in the future. Instead we got a bunch of fucking nanny-ware vehicles that the .gov, or .com can shut off if you’ve had one too many beers, or are carrying guns, or driving to the wrong church, or whatever.

    The future sucks, I didn’t think it would, but it was over-promised and under-delivered.

    I guess you let the bastards grind you down. I dunno what else you could have done. Enjoy a Wadworth and we’ll all try to keep the spittle and invective flying.

  7. The never ending battle between what is right and what is allowed. Fuck them all.

    Always had trouble with the law. Amazed I managed to pay my property taxes in person without being arrested.

    Oh well. Might change my tune 6 months hence.

  8. Well, that sucks. I always looked forward to the Sunday classic beauty. It was an anodyne for the previous week’s BS and helped brace me for the next week. Might have saved me from consuming unhealthy levels of ethanol, too.

    Oh well, I am also retired and can appreciate how exhausting fighting the world’s grifters can be as we get older. When I was younger it was give ’em hell; now it’s just nuke the bastards from orbit.

  9. One of the few bright lights of my day extinguished. Do what you have to do. It’s been a great run!

  10. There is always the Feral Irish on Friday…

    But I have a Nam Vet friend that sends me a weekly top 10. He is a tits and ass guy who likes pleasingly plump figures.

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