"Go to socialize"? I can socialize in a bar or a public park.

It's evidently not for makers; makers need electricity and tools, unless they're whittling wood.

Walk around and look at nude people? Is that seriously the point of the exercise?

What might have been insightful commentary was undermined by the sexist wisecracks under the pictures, so I stopped reading.

It depends on what analogy you use for your blog. If your blog is an anonymous bulletin board in which any idiot can post anything he likes, fine -- but don't expect decent people to spend much time there. Mine is a cocktail party in my own home.

It's still not "censorship," though. At most it is editorial selection.

Yes it does. YOU don't know what censorship means. Private entities are perfectly entitled to control the speech in spaces they own any way they like. If you come to a party at my house and start spouting offensive opinions, I'll throw you out. That's not censorship, that's being hospitable to my other guests.

Censorship is the use of government power and ONLY government power. All else is up for grabs.

65 mm film and spherical lenses, baby. Yeah.

Skycaps and grocery baggers were an exploited underclass. Waiters and busboys still are. Socially just nations either go self-service or impose regulations to guarantee a decent living.

There's no tipping in restaurants in New Zealand because there's no need; the law requires that servers be paid a living wage. This is a far superior way to run a country.

Camille Paglia isn't even remotely a feminist. She's a cock-worshiping lesbian, i.e. a traitor.

I love DST and want it year-round. This insistance that the sun be overhead at noon is antiquated; we're no longer using sextants to tell the time. DST is much better than "normal" time, so let's just ditch the latter.

Hurricanes you can see coming. But having some malicious person report you for being a terrorist, or possessing child porn, is all it takes to get your door smashed in, your family terrorized, and your house ripped apart.

Just make the damn things impossible to create. Ever. Force people who want to kill somebody to stick to swords and arrows for all time.

Well, there's your problem.

You know... the stuff in the grinder? Freshly-ground peppercorns have a much more sophisticated taste than cayenne.

You can be pretty confident the management doesn't impose this on themselves.

It's up to a human manager to determine if you're abusing bathroom breaks or not. Sometimes there are good reasons. A robot isn't going to give any leeway.