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April 07, 2004

Unsolicited Nipples

Clayton Cramer has an against the flow of popular opinion take on Ashcroft's anti-porn campaign.

I've had to install spam blocking software on my computer because of the sheer volume of spam (both obscene and non-obscene)--and I don't like to do that, because it makes mistakes, sometimes throwing away stuff from friends. I've reconfigured Microsoft Outlook on my wife's computer so that it doesn't automatically show the beginning of each email, which was a nice feature--until this garbage started showing up.

Do I think the government should be running around pursuing softcore pornography that people purchase in hotel rooms and on their cable TV service? No. But the Justice Department does have an obligation to enforce existing obscenity laws. Perhaps those laws don't make sense as written, but if there is this vast sea of support for pornography that Instapundit thinks there is, Ashcroft's enforcement of the laws currently on the books should cause a groundswell of public opposition, right?

It's seems to me that Clayton's problem is not with porn per se, but spam. While one would think finding a congressman to sponsor a law banning the transfer of unsolicited porn over the Internet would be easy, that apparently hasn't happened yet. In the meantime, if porn spam, or any spam for that matter, bothers you, find a nice Bayesian filter like Popfile and install it. It's easy, and my version has been blocking 99% of the spam I used to get--I haven't seen an unsolicited nipple in months.

Posted by Bigwig at April 7, 2004 09:25 PM | TrackBack
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Trace it back and lart the originating isp and any web site hoster. Filtering may be one way but using blocklists and returning 550 with why gets peoples attention. Spews does a good job as does the sbl.

p.s remember details text doesn't appear in the comment frame.

Posted by: ExpatEgghead at April 8, 2004 01:07 AM

I have the same problem with spam that I have with Janet Jackson's droopy tits.

I don't mind filth at all, as long as I'm expecting it or looking for it. There's a time and a place for everything. And in the livingroom, at 7:00 PM, with a bunch of little kids watching the superbowl, is not the time and place for medium-duty simulated S&M sex, and Janet-fu.

I know, I know, I'm a completely culturally illiterate moronic witch burning prude and Arthur Miller could do a great play about me except I'm so boring. But still.

And yes, I can turn it off. And I don't have to drive by the local lewd billboard advertising a hip-hop hero's new album. Or the showbills on the building near work with the woman R&B singer in the see-through fishnet. Or on drive-time radio. But it is getting a little crazy. In response to a hypothetical I posed recently to a libertoid, I was told that if the libertoid wanted to stage a live sex show on the sidewalk in front of my house, he should be able to do so, because "nobody has to watch." I get the impression that a lot of people think this way.

It used to be that everybody's rights ended at everybody else's nose.

Now it seems that your right to enjoy smut actually ends at the back of my eyeball, where the image of whatever it is that tickles your tackle is now seared permanently into my retina.

I can't help but think that we're losing more than some clothes and some inhibitions here.

Posted by: Blackavar at April 8, 2004 11:38 PM