Cafepress Censors Me, But Had No Problem With Psalm 109:8 Merchandise
Well, it looks like the pigfuckers at Cafepress
win, and I lose. The relatively tame content of LULU--by comparison to my work the past few years--in this issue of THIS SICKNESS is not to be allowed on the pristine webpages of Cafepress! I'd complain if I were you.
At the end of much cold intractability on their side and mine, the spokesbot speaks:
The interior of your PDF files IS something that we review and it HAS to abide by our policy. In file sickness_06_v2_opt_BODY.pdf we find your use of nudity problematic.
As previously stated, we cannot have your content on our site.
Content Usage Associate
(650) 655-3104 (O)
(650) 240-0260 (F)
(do they realize how their email@example.com
--sounds when you spell it out? Why not call them up and ask)
Look, I know that perhaps you'd have a point with the previous five issues, almost. (Which, you'll be shocked to hear, they also took the opportunity to strike from the site, so whoever has copies of the first 5 issues, congrats, you now have collector's items. But which they also have allowed there for some time) That's if I believed content restrictions were at all valid. I have even--begrudgingly--adjusted cover designs in the past, because those images would be seen on the site, and a cover is a promotional element. But the interior? I'm not changing that for them, or any printer
What freaks them out here? As you'll see soon once she enters(click image at top of blog), there is some mere nudity that is entirely part of the plot. That's it. I will confess the next chapter will be going somewhat further, but this one, not so much. The truth is that their choosing this one to act upon has more to do with the cleanouts they often do when a holiday is coming up--in this case St. Patrick's Day--and they're afraid of losing any of that sweet t-shirt money.
I don't begrudge them the money of green-clad drunks, nor the need of said drunks to ask people to kiss them because they're supposedly Irish; if they're drunk enough they certainly need
a shirt to say it. Even drunken douchebags need love.
I just think it's interesting that they take such a stance on a bit of non-gratuitous nudity in an adaptation of a 115-year-old German play, and yet I find that they have no problem with some downright creepy anti-Obama and Tea Party merchandise, most infamously their reversal of their decision to remove the Psalm 109:8 merchandise
.That's the stuff that's making a coded reference to hoping for the death, and replacement, of the president
And the e-mail they cite is from the same stinking Margene H. that I argued with over the past 48 hours, and you'll find the numbers above already there too, which is why I leave them in above. I had no idea I was arguing with someone so battle-hardened already. Because there wasn't the slightest trace of courtesy in her approach. I felt like I was arguing with Dana Perino possessed by Mary Whitehouse.
A woman's body, seen in a story, is not the kind of thing they want. But stuff calling for the death of the president? That was just fine with them. How typically, I hate to fucking say it but, American.
I am currently looking into another solution. In the meantime, I apologize for the delay. It's all ready for printing, but Cafepress, as I said, are pigfucking Nazis. At least I can say as I like here. And show what I like as well. But it will see print as well. And you will see plenty. Because frankly this makes me want
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