DUMBFUCK GOTTA DUMBFUCK.
ALL. THE. TIME.
I guess it wasn’t DUMBFUCK who filed DMCA Notice #2402050 on October 30th, then?
We have received a DMCA notice (https://www.eff.org/issues/bloggers/legal/liability/IP#dmca) for material published on your WordPress.com site.
Normally this would mean that we’d have to disable access to the material. However, because we believe that this instance falls under fair use protections, we will not be removing it at this time.
Section 107 of US copyright law identifies various purposes for which the reproduction of a particular work may be considered fair, such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. You can learn more about that here:
While we believe that your use of the material is protected (we have fought for our users in similar cases in the past – http://www.theverge.com/2015/3/9/8175491/wordpress-automattic-wins-dmca-takedown-straight-pride-uk-case ), please keep in mind that the complainant may choose to continue to pursue this matter, perhaps directly with you. If you would prefer, you are still able to delete the content from your site yourself.
The notice we received from the complainant follows.
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First name: William
Last name: Schmalfeldt
Address: 3209 S Lake Dr
City: Saint Francis
Country: United States (US)
Phone number: 4142494379
Email address: firstname.lastname@example.org
Copyright holder: William Schmalfeldt as “Anonymous”
Location of unauthorized material:
Location of original materials:
OF AN UNDERCOVER
Copyright © 2015 by Anonymous
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof
may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
without the express written permission of the publisher
except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Printed in the United States of America
First Printing, 2015
INSTRUCTIONS TO THE READER
Cyberspace is a kooky place. Everyone seems to believe they have friends and enemies on the Web. They do not. You actually have to personally know someone for that individual to be a friend or an enemy. That individual you have never met, who you know only by his or her Twitter handle, Facebook account, or Blog ID is a stranger. You have no idea who that person is. That person is no more your friend or enemy than my toaster is your friend or enemy. The Internet is a machine. We are machines communicating with other machines. We say things to other machines that we would never think of saying to a person’s face.
That is why most Internet users hide their identities. If you are a regular user of the Net, you know what I mean. This is a fictionalized version of events that may or may not have ever happened. You can’t know what’s true and what’s not. It’s a book. Words on a page – or screen, as the case may be. They are my words. I own them. Although I remain Anonymous, this book and every word in it is registered as my property at the US Copyright Office in Washington, DC. If you think you can identify me by the words herein, then you will have to identify yourself to prove it. Anyone who claims to have written these words in the same order as these words appear is a liar. Know how you can tell? Who owns the copyright. Me. That’s who.
I believe the Internet is more responsible for the overall decline in civility than any other medium in our nature’s history. Is this how we really are, or does the anonymity of the Internet make us that way… 350 million Walter Mitty’s in the United States, pretending
to be that which we show on our avatars. Strong, vibrant, sexy, powerful. If we could see the person behind the avatar, what would we see? The cat-like woman clad in a leather body suit that clings to every curve? Or a dumpy housewife using the web to kill some time until hubby gets home so he can pretend to be some kind of Internet tough guy for people he will never know and who will never know him.
For over a year, I pretended to be someone I wasn’t. I saw a chance to make a little bit of pocket change by pitting people against each other. I didn’t victimize anyone. The person I pitted a large group of conservative Net users was myself. I created a right wing character, used that character to vilify my real progressive identity, and got lots of cash donations in the process.
I thought I was conducting an experiment in human nature and making a little bit of money in the process. What I ended up doing was proving how deep into the pits of hell some people are willing to go to defame someone they’ve never met, never will meet, just because some ideological fellow traveler told them to do it.
If you knew someone down the street, and that person’s spouse died, would you camp out on that person’s lawn and taunt him or her on a daily basis about the death of the one they loved? Nobody would sink that low, right? Not without an anonymous Internet account, a good proxy server, and a reservoir of hate heretofore unimaginable. Some people need a little push. But once they get used to the taste of blood, they yammer for more.
I know. I started changing into the monster I created. I got out. And now, for the first time, I’m telling you how I did it in the hopes that you will learn to regulate your own civility and remember, there’s a very real possibility that person you are having a flame war with on Twitter is a decent human being.
Or maybe not.
You know how the Internet is
Description of original materials:
The pseudonymous troll, “Paul Krendler” has made a cottage industry for himself stealing my material, changing words here and there like a third grader with a “Mad Libs” book, and getting away with it, despite my reporting him to WordPress time and time again. As far as I am concerned, WordPress is complicit in Mr. “Krendler”‘s blatant and frequent theft of my work by allowing him to continue. I can’t get a court order against him, because he remains hidden behind a false name. I can’t sue him for copyright infringement for the same reason. His blog post today, “How to Read A Book” is nearly word for word copying the chapter “Instructions to the Reader” from the recent book by “Anonymous”, titled “Confessions of an Undercover Internet Troll.” The book I wrote under the name “Anonymous” is pending copyright assignment,registration applied for earlier this month. If I knew who this thief was, I would easily win a copyright infringement suit, not to mention various civil torts and criminal charges that could be brought against him. I am at a total loss to understand why WordPress will not stop this man from blatantly stealing my material, changing a word here or there, and getting away with it. Why does WordPress allow this? Why does WordPress allow this man to commit multiple violations of the WORDPRESS TOS with profanity, obscenity, indecent mockery of my late wife who died on June 17? This is not “Parody”. This is theft. DO SOMETHING.
Third party links:
I have a good faith belief that use of the copyrighted materials described above as allegedly infringing is not authorized by the copyright owner, its agent, or the law.
I swear, under penalty of perjury, that the information in the notification is accurate and that I am the copyright owner or am authorized to act on behalf of the owner of an exclusive right that is allegedly infringed.
I acknowledge that a copy of this infringement notice, including any contact information I provided above (address, telephone number, and email address), will be forwarded to the user who uploaded the content at issue.
Digital signature: William Schmalfeldt
Signed on: 2015-10-30 17:04:38
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Community Guardian | WordPress.com
Now, somebody filed this DMCA Takedown, and signed William M. Schmalfeldt’s name to it, exposing William to perjury charges in the process. If William M. Schmalfeldt isn’t the copyright holder of this material, and if someone sues him for Copyright Infringement over material he may have stolen from this blog (or any other…MAA, anyone?), someone may have just invited the dumping of a whole Slovenian shitload of trouble down on William’s dribbling, spongy pink head.
But if William DID file this notice…well…then I guess we would have to conclude that the Slovenian shit-dumping was another self-inflicted, unforced DUMBFUCK error.
That would be a shame. Not for me, though. For me it would be FUN.