Now, I am sure there are some very bad things on the internet. I have seen a lot of them. Mostly, because I was young and curious, and I wanted to know what goatse was, despite knowing it was going to be disgusting.
That was informed consent. I am sure there are a few people out there that haven’t seen the image I am talking about, and may be curious. Google at your peril – but rest assured that the information is there for those that wish to open their minds to a rare and little known hobby.
This is a hobby I am not interested in, and I am sure I will never want to get any more information on the subject for the rest of my life. But I do have a sense of security knowing that the information is out there for those that do wish to know about it.
Goatse is an interesting image to think about in the light of this whole “let’s save the kiddies from the evil intertron” palaver. Yes, it’s not for the weak hearted, but neither is it going to send me off to the nearest crack dealer for a hit. Information is power, and I am very, very frightened by our politicians continually ramping up their controls over what goes into my head.
Firstly, who decides what is porn, and what is not ? Who decides what is clean and what is dirty ? Do we cover up the rude bits on the Knitters Olympics Medalas one of Franklin’s readers seemed to want ?
Who decides if I can talk about my left wing politics, my knitted uterus, my desire to perform gay weddings, my friends breast cancer scare ?
You can’t legislate good manners, and you can’t control the internets. Nor should you try.