TTFN
Well, Groovy Superfriends, I’ve had a lot of fun sharing myself with you these past couple of years. And I hope to do so again one day. Sadly, I have had my content stolen by dozens of WordPress blogs using a popular WP build-a-splog plugin, to the point that I may as well be a syndicated columnist. Except for the fact that this same plugin redirects all of my links to affiliate sites - affiliates who, for the most part, are aware of and grateful for this phenomenon, because their 3rd rate belt-buckle and beer stein e-tailers would have died out long ago if not for the illegal internet.
Thanks also go to GoDaddy, the world’s largest domain registrar - and every other domain registrar, and web host, on the planet, all of whom happily ignore international copyright law. And DMCA apparently stands for “Don’t Mean Crap At’all”.
I hope to be back one day when working for myself doesn’t mean working for gangsters and criminals and thugs and the excrement of the earth - and if you have any suggestions feel free to e-mail me at matt@groovysuperhero.com - but let me leave you with one word of advice, lest your own bloggerty be stolen one day: don’t go to the “experts”!
They all share the same manifesto: Blogger blogs steal, WordPress blogs are all wonderful sources of delicious love.
Personally, I’m not a partisan. I find things to love about every single blog platform. But I will say this: Blogger is owned by Google. Google don’t take no shit to their reputation. If anything, they are way too trigger-happy, like HUAC hearing a gust of wind that sounded vaguely like the word “communist”. If they suspect you borrowed a semicolon for one of your pieces, they will shut your ass down, and take the time to investigate 7 months later - 99% of the time, restoring your blog with an apology.
WordPress, on the other hand - well, they have that handy little content theft plugin that is used by thousands upon thousands of WP blogs around the world - they’re self-hosted, open-source, unpoliced no mans land. So, when you ask an “expert” for advice about your Blogger blog getting poached by WordPress splogs - don’t hold your breath waiting for an answer, or even for your question to be printed.
The problem with 99% of experts is that they are sad, impotent little nobodies desperate to be taken seriously - if you point out anything that suggests that they may be in error, it freaks them out, because usually they have no clue at all what they are talking about, which is why they just parrot one another. (See: Limbaugh, Rush).
I hope we meet again pardners, and I suspect we will - could be tomorrow, could be next week, could be when we all have jetpacks or when we’re all in hell from the Bird Flu.
Excelsior!
real groovy superhero readers , you can skip this one...
pardin me, I’m just testing my new feed to see if it’s splogger-proof. if you’re reading this on a blog other than groovysupererhero.com, the website you are on is a fake - it steals posts from blogs like me, then redirects mt link to give your computer buttloads of spyware and worsr viruses than Tom Hanks in Philadelphia.
He’s also breaking interntional laws, as are his domain registrar and web host.
And if you’re on a website called super hero fanboy, he is sexually violating farm animals with the money he earns every time you visit his site. So, you probably don’t want to visit his sit, okay?
Nitey-nite!
Oh, and if you’re still reading this test post, lets all take a moment and pray together for the staff and membership of abestweb. Let’s pray that they all get ball cancer.
Buh bye, now.
Under (re) construction, please stand by...
Hi Groovy guys and gals! We’ll be back reeeeeal soon, we’ve just got a couple issues to deal with.
1) Our content is getting bitten more often than a seven-year-old at a Michael Jackson slumber party. Too soon?
2) The world’s largest domain registrar is protecting said copyright criminals for the $5.00 a year they get in domain fees from them.
My sources in the underworld tell me that construction is being completed on a tenth circle of hell just for them, where the devil poops mexican food down your throat all day while a swing revival compilation CD from 1994 plays on an endless loop for all eternity.
3) “support forums” for people who get their content jacked and redirecteed to affiliates - like, oh, abestweb, just as a random example - are made up of impotent little trolls who take out their misreable lives on the unsuspectng people who show up on their forums expecting - oh, I don’t know - support? Turns out you can’t talk unless you’re holding the talking stick, you may only speak and/or ask for support if you have wasted countless hours of your life trolling around boards wasting time. Otherwise, youre a pledge, and these grown men just jump on you with childish insults and threats you haven’t heard since you were peeing in the sandbox (as a 4-year-old child - I don’t mean Brian Wilson). If Hitler and Stalin had a love child it wouldn’t be anywhere near the abomination that this place is.
Oh, and here’s the best part - you can’t cancel your account! It’s the Shining. The Blair Witch Project. The Hotel California. You can enter, but you can’t leave. And it’s been irrelevant for decades. The analogies just keep on comin’.
I wish I’d done some research before I’d even gone there - it turns out its a board that affiliate companies hate and won’t do business with, with a membership comprised of four fatass middle-age failures still living in Mommy’s basement, whose idea of affiliate marketing is e-mailing you those hilarious scams, that, 9 times out of 10, you don’t even see, thanks to the miracle of spam filters:
“Make a million dollars in 8 hours by putting google maps on a squidoo page! Be a millionaire without having to get out of bed, except to pee! In fact, you’ll be so rich by the end of your first day, you can hire Carmen Electra to catheterize you!”
Given that they don’t dare say hello to a woman, let alone talk s**t to a stranger who would pound their sorry asses into a fine powder in the real world (seriously - I’ve come across unlikeable people - but Mother Theresa would kick you losers in the nuts), you can see why they choose to play king in their sad, desolate, fake, failure online anonymous world. You might want to try Second Life, fellas. Or suicide. Whichever.
And some other stuff is going on, too. Be back real soon.
