Because you read it online

There is an albatross in the room. Strangely, it's worn, not by any one of us, but by a big white elephant.  The insipid pantomime of flappers representing the current purveyors of the so-called internet are boobs. Nincompoops.  True, real life morons. Well, maybe I'm over stating, but just barely. The blind tenacity that they hold onto their conception of what it is they are actually selling is directly opposite to the mandate for which they sell: profit.

The whole idea of trying to hijack the flow of where people want to spend their money is so fundamentally, apologies in advance, retarded as to dwarf my damned imagination. Can they be so congenitally stupid to spend the money that they do get from us in some ego-fuelled effort to prevent us from spending more money? It's insane! The people who are the file-sharers are doing all of your work for you, for free! All you should have to do is release a standard format file once and then watch the cash roll in. Why? Because you own the damn network! We'll all pay just to have access. Because that is all you have. The keys to access. We'll pay through the nose for it. But no. You want to rule content. Again, I say: Idiots!

Even if you are a moral grandstander that has it so going on in your own life as to be able to proselytize to others,  I can't imagine why would you want to have to pay to support your direct competition! Remember, the people doing it for free?  Ah, but that's just it isn't it. It sticks in your craw that you essentially have to let your competition have free access to your, well, access. Then you have to 'compete' with them for our fickle, content-ruled hearts and dollars. What a pain in the neck! Why bother? I'm sorry, but hopelessly out of touch and archaic business models such as the current one would be like us having to drag our cars around with steers because the great cattle barons of the west never fell. They just learned to lobby better.