Gimlé

I, for one, do understand the urge to not publish or reveal certain content to the public.

I didn’t, for example, put on this weblog, my long and hateful rant against a sleazy, badly-written, ultra-conservative, anti-industrialisation, racist, pastoral piece of fantasy trilogy piss that I will not named here but has plagued our bookshelfs for a long while (the movie versions have so far been better simply because it does not include as much of that Winnie-the-Pooh-esque prose and awful poetry but contains the same horrid ideology).

It’s not escapism, its propaganda for ultra-conservative English rural aristocrats who hate progress and want to keep the working class down in the mines.

And the bastard pillaged Norse mythology without any respect for the ideology (this is what riles me the most, I can’t refer to a single name in Norse mythology without having a swarm of people looking for a certain dwarf click their way over here from google).

Only a few friends of mine via e-mail had the privilege of thinking that I was a crazy arsehole and disagree with me on that particular topic.

So with that in light I certainly understand Dorothea’s tendency to post potentially controversial stuff on a friends only Livejournal.

I just wish she hadn’t told the rest of us about it ;-)

Baldur Bjarnason.
Clifton, Bristol.