Go Daddy, Please
The discount web site hosting company Go Daddy, mentioned in my previous post after it drew the ire of Anonymous, among many others, for coming out in favor of two bills in congress that would throttle free speech on the internet, is getting a lot of bad publicity, and many, most notably Wikipedia, are leaving the company, but so far it's not a mass exodus, writes Joe Wilcox on the web site betanews, who looked up the statistics, but who also describes the bills before congress:
House representatives introduced SOPA in October, following Senate bill PROTECT IP introduced in May. (Review the bills: PROTECT IP. SOPA.) Either bill would give the government broad powers to take down websites, seize domains and compel search engines from indexing these properties. Little more than a request from copyright holders is necessary. It's essentially guilty-until-proven-innocent legislation that would punish the many for the sins of the few, while disrupting the fundamental attributes that made the Internet so successful and empowered so many individuals or businesses to accomplish so much.
It's also being widely reported on the blogosphere that Go Daddy was exempted from the legislation by an amendment inserted by Republican Lamar Smith, who sits on the committee the House version came out of, and others have already tracked down the fact that Smith and other committee members took money from Go Daddy.
But forget about that. Sufficient reason to boycott Go Daddy is provided by a series of tasteless, sexist, utterly lame TV commercials they've commissioned, such as:
The ad is billed as having been banned from the Super Bowl. No, sorry, that's just a way of hyping the ad, of getting people to watch it. That ad was never intended to be aired. It's nowhere near the caliber you'd see in such a high priced venue as the Super Bowl. The writing, the production, the acting, none of it is even everyday network TV quality.
The only time I've ever seen anything that lame and tasteless is when I lived in Charleston, SC, and local TV ran ads like one where an old redneck used car dealer walked up to a model who was standing on the hood of a car and wearing a bikini under a long, billowy skirt, and ripped her skirt off.
Charleston is also where I saw my first infomercial, an ad disguised as a talk show. I was shocked by it and called the station manager and complained. I said I thought it was immoral, and that he should at least run a disclaimer saying it was not regular programming. He disagreed, and the next day I got an envelope from him in the mail. He'd torn out ads from the local newspaper that showed women wearing bras. Now this, he had scribbled in the margin, is immoral.
The same station manager in an editorial referred to the Civil War as The War of Yankee Aggression. But that's Charleston, home of the confederacy, where the local paper, defending the flying of the Confederate flag on the state capital, editorialized that if people wanted the Confederate flag to come down they'd first have to stop celebrating other symbols of division like Martin Luther King.
And where the insurance industry sent the local state senator, a good looking blond who always wore a big bow in the back of her hair, on plush island vacations, and then sent her out to stand in front of the TV cameras to explain why we needed insurance reform. The state legislature set insurance rates, and a bill had to be passed to change the rates. Reform was needed, she'd tell us every year, because of uninsured drivers, that was why our insurance rates were so high. And every year, after insurance reform was passed, my rates would go up.
Charleston is an isolated, back woods town living in a time warp, a racist, corrupt little cesspool, but where they're always smiling when the tourists get out of their cars, and Go Daddy now says it doesn't support the internet censorship bills, that in fact, it has been trying to reform the bills for three years as they have passed through congress.
Charleston, Go Daddy. Go Daddy, Charleston. Two birds of a feather.