Dale Thorn melodramatically stalked in from Stage Right.
Well, Vin, without commenting on your plug for censorship, I can only say that I hope you are *very* fond of Sandy Sandfort, since he becomes YOUR LORD GOD for cypherpunks list purposes.
How many other gods do you have, Vin (if that's your real name, Vin)?
When I get jumped by a guy like you, Dale (that your real name, btw?) I am all but overwhelmed by the urge to snarl in response. (It makes me wonder if _everything_ from _everyone_ hits you this way? That would explain a lot.) And I generally enjoy weirdness. Many Gods? Real names? As usual -- I swear by all the Gods;-) -- I haven't the faintest fucking idea what you are fussing, hinting, and going into a hissing fit all about! Where, pray tell, is your "censor" when a moderator is merely identifying a selection of the List's traffic as substantive? (While you and others of strong stomach are allowed to wallow in all the rest to your heart's content?) I'd be willing to defend a far less liberal mechanism against the slander of censorship. No one signed up to be force-fed this crap! (You need a audience, Dale, earn it -- don't try to trap the C'punks.) On any day in the past two years, John G. could have selected his proxy moderators by blind lottery from among the C'punks' subscribers... and 90 percent of the slime-balls and empty rants (and most of Thorne) would have been filtered out without going near a gray area. Personally, I don't mind the flames and smoke -- I just want a little meat somewhere on the grill too. (Yeah, priceless prose like this post might not make the cut either -- but I feel bad about enriching Dale's therapist further anyway.) I wish it wasn't necessary, but I think it is. (I know maybe 8 folks who fled the List in recent months.) I'm also heartened and impressed by the balance of process and human judgment that will inform the moderation. Suerte, _Vin Vin McLellan + The Privacy Guild + <vin@shore.net> 53 Nichols St., Chelsea, MA 02150 USA <617> 884-5548