Was a time when a DUMBFUCK professed a belief in Fair Use. It once even had a little table of guidelines it liked to send to folk it thought took too great a liberty with its “copyrighted” content.
Oh, for a return to the days when a DUMBFUCK pretended to live by SOME standard. Of course, this was only pretend, because it never bothered to live up to this standard it demanded of others. In fact, the TURDROLLING DUMBFUCK once stole 79% (or 2,163 words, whichever is less) of one of my blog posts without bothering to ask permission and stuck it in a book with John Hoge’s name and photograph on the cover. Of memory serves, the LORD OF THE LOGROLL was pretty bold about that violation, too.
Because your average DUMBFUCK SHITSNUFFER had SUCH RESPECT for the “right of publicity.”
Rights for me, but not for thee. Always. Without exception.
And so, because my purpose here has always been to treat a DUMBFUCK with all the propriety and delicate consideration that MUDDY MUDSNIFFER uses with my friends, I offer the following response to its offer to contact it to arrange licensing of its image, name, voice, turds, boogers, sand-filled & slimy twatty discharge, or whatever else he thinks has some tradeable value:
IN THE HEART.
WITH A JAVELIN.