Another overly wordy rationalization of an easily satisfied (and risk free) sense of entitlement.
The author's points can be boiled down to a few sentences:
Roman Polanski and Chris Brown are assholes, so I'm entitled to their content.
Big media companies lie to me which is an offense to my vast intellect so I'm entitled to their content as well.
Basically all content producers are on notice that if they deign to displease his majesty the author all their content becomes free. "I can't believe Bon Iver wore a tweed jacket at the Grammys. Your content is mine now bitch!"
The author's points can be boiled down to a few sentences:
Roman Polanski and Chris Brown are assholes, so I'm entitled to their content.
Big media companies lie to me which is an offense to my vast intellect so I'm entitled to their content as well.
Basically all content producers are on notice that if they deign to displease his majesty the author all their content becomes free. "I can't believe Bon Iver wore a tweed jacket at the Grammys. Your content is mine now bitch!"