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We have been asked to consider changing the copyright infringement policy, and we wanted to explain why we are not planning to change it at this time.

The Blogit Copyright Infringement policy in place is simple, easy to follow and effective in removing plagiarism the few times it has appeared on this venue for readers and writers.

Blogit is not a newspaper or magazine. Blogit is a venue that connects readers and writers but we do take copyright violation seriously.

This is why we ask copyright holders and/or Blogit members to follow the simple, effective procedure in place if they identify a copyright violation.

Blogit requires the copyright holder to inform us in writing that their copyright has been violated. This ensures that we take action only when there's certainty that a copyright has been violated, not just when someone has decided to target a writer for alleged copyright violation.

This community has already seen previous incidents of a lynch mob mentality led by a few members where bloggers have been accused of being someone they were not. These accusations did not have any basis in reality but these members continued to propagate their unfounded suspicions as fact. 

Blogit does not believe that alleged copyright violation should become another area for unfounded accusations. This is why we have a process in place, similar to that of most major online services. We will continue to improve this policy as and when appropriate.

Thank you.

Brian
Blogit Team
www.blogit.com: The online writing marketplace.

Pay me to read this? Who would!

It is said that every person has at least one good book in them so I personally believe that as a badger I should have at least a couple of paragraphs so I decided to write from the heart and talk about my first, my only and my last love.

The day started as every morning seemed to in Hedgerow Avenue. I had a good job collecting sticks, fluff and old walkers crisp packets, presumably to nest with; categorizing them by size, smell, sharpness and how much they glittered in the dreary sunlight that penetrated my little piece of this Earth. As with every living thing I was also on the hunt for my mate, my life partner, my cuddly oneness to spend my endless days with; this was my problem.

It is said that in life we will always find someone that we match with, we share our innermost fears and paranoia with and someone to make dirty badger love with – I was evidently lacking something as I struggled to even make out with the local badger slut Debbie. My white stripe was striking, my body thin and svelte and my claws manicured to the point of being dangerous but something was wrong, something that stopped me from being the alpha-badger. I've got to be honest I lacked personal hygiene.

I'd seen adverts scratched into the local tree billboard “Wear roses and you'll smell like a Squirrel” I assumed Squirrels smelled nice but for some reason I didn't believe the hype – I thought I didn't need that, after all I bathed two years ago. I was snubbed by the set, cast out for my belief that badger shouldn't use sand to soak up the day sweat under my little legs – it was a mistake but also my “in”.

I decided to cast my net further afield for a mate and said goodbye to my badger bretherin. They didn't even noticed as I left the avenue, crisp packets in my backpack, and wondered into the wider world; places where the piss-taking bastards had never been themselves. I knew my destination – Mecca to a badger.

After three hard days of hard walking through the hedgerow I finally reached the place I had only heard about in old badger tales. Twycross Zoo the sign said but I knew, deep in my heart, that it simply meant penned in animals. Wondering through the exhibits I was seeking one thing – I didn't know if it even existed, maybe a cruel joke created by Dave Badger, but I was on the lookout for someone who would accept me as I like to be – smelly.

Stumbling around, half excited – half ready for the disappointment, I finally found my destination. The placard said “Common American Skunk” but I didn't understand, all I could see is the thinnest, most bushy and long tailed, most stunning badger I'd ever seen. She was wondering around her in closer, wafting that long tail around like a harlet. I lost control and threw myself against what I could only describe as a forcefield.

Something was holding me back from my supermodel, my mate, my bitch and I had to figure out how to overcome this massive, and completely complex problem but luckily I'd eaten a fish and my mind was a sharp as a fox after eating twenty knives. Quickly I pulled my backpack off my shoulders and assembled the numerous discarded packets crisps into a savory ladder of Prawn Cocktail and Salt and Vinegar path to pleasure. After a few attempts, thanking walkers mentally for making the packets foil packed and therefore more sturdy I managed to get a decent lock on the top of the forcefield, or “GLASS” as I learned later.

Scampering up the ladder of loveliness, stopping only three times to lick my paws free of the yellow, flavorsome dust I made it to the top, jumped down – spinning as I did so to impress my new mate. Landing with my two fronts paws raised a la gymnast stylee, I wondered over to my prize. She was stunning, like nothing you've seen before, smaller than me but her strip was so vivid, so deep, so beautiful that I just couldn't control my innermost urges. I asked if she came here often but her response came out in a language that I'd never heard before but luckily our animal magnetism overcame this hurdle – I instantly fell for her. I wanted to be inside that picture of perfection.

Turning towards me with a cheeky look on her face she inhaled my fragrance and her chest filled with all my badger fragranced wrongness – amazingly she didn't run away and instead she seemed to revel in the strong smell – I'd found the one person that would love me for who I am and for what I smelled like.

Using my ladder of savory treats we escaped out to a new day and a new life. we wandered paw in paw towards the exit and back towards my little nest that I'd been building for years in anticipation of meeting little miss right. We stopped under the entrance to the zoo to consummate or new found closeness. I'd never felt something as right as this – her eager to escape her captors, me eager to place “mini badger” inside her. It was magical – so magical that it lasted minutes.

As I stepped away to find a leaf to help her clean herself after our explosive coming together, I turned to look at her in all her glory. She was magnificent, so thin, so needing, looking forward to us living out our lives. Rooting around in the undergrowth I turn again and to my horror a huge car was bearing down upon her. I shouted but she didn't understand, in desperation I ran towards her but I only got close enough to see her killed by the black, round hand of a monster called “Ford Fiesta”.

I sat for what felt like a year looking at her now withered body, knowing that I'd never smell her strong fragrance again – vowing to attack ”Fiesta” and flatten it as it did my love – Forever more I would hunt out the beast, the bastard that did this.

Sitting, thinking deeply I realized that this was a love found and lost in an instant – but I knew, deep in my sole that I would love her forever.

Some would say this was an autobiographical piece but lets be honest I'm a badger so I must of used a ghost writer – I tried writing it myself but my claws kept getting stuck between the keys and I gnawed on the monitor twice before I was sedated with marmite and ketamin.

Even that quote. (Credited to the artist Paul Gaugin, 1848-1903). Sometimes writing is blatant theft, other times its too close to call. Just look at the recent film, '13 going on 30'. Tell me the pitch wasn't 'It's Big, but with a girl...'

Apple's Steve Jobs might have felt aggrieved at the success of Windows, but not half as much as the poor saps at Xerox.

Yet the university student whose years-old PhD thesis about Iraq was lifted word-for-word and presented as UK intelligence - he felt pretty good about that bit of plagiarism. Made his day.

Sometimes the results are good, sometimes bad. Eventually though, the truth will out. It always does.

Hi! I just wanted to add a new post to this forum and wish everyone a good morning!

 

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last year i had a bf and his parents hated me. when they discoveredmy blog they hated me even more, the began with lawyers and registered writings and threatened to sue me. they want to forbid me by law to keep an online journal, which they oof course can't. the seem to believe in some illusion because they spy on my site and they always look for a co-spy. this irritates me but nothing more though.the thing i need to say, is that i only mentioned my bf's 'first name' and the phrase 'his parents' and i wrote what they were doing to me.

Tell me, since when haven't we got a freedom of speech? i mean, my god, ionly used ond first  name and they thought the whole city knew. but, my goodness, it's my life i write about and by the way, i had a giant disclaimer.

Is there a Challenge / Prompt / Writing Subjects type Comm Blog already? If so, linkies please, daaaahlings?

Or, if not, how would one be made / will the adminney moddey type people make one, pretty please? ^_^

(Please note: Amee is -sama, but sometimes slow on the uptake. Especially at 3 am.)

1. This is your chance to nail someone for being a jerk. The BN,er,Blogit ringmasters seem serious about stepping on people who are being plagiarists, abusive, etc. You have them in a barrel, in your night-vision-goggle sights with explosive rounds, and you turn around and leave? Slackers!

2.The more good people allow themselves to be bumped out by irritating misfits, the faster the site goes to hell.

 

I guess the Darwinian pendulum will swing back and bring some more of the old  BN spine back, eventually.

I'm leaving Blogit for the same reasons as Daverdoodle, with the addition that I am too broke to go on.  I hope people will stop living blissfully in an ignorance that dismisses the pain of others.  Poking fun, seeing the humour in other people's pain, not thinking about what people write, not even trying to respond in an intelligent way that will effect the respondant positively.

Daverdoodle explained how I feel.  That kind of attitude is a reality in my every day life.  I will no longer pay for it on here, and anyone who bonded with me, anyone who touched me with their words or vice versa will not lose me, and their goodness will be dearly held on to.

Blogit staff- I'm not going to shoot you down.  I'm an enterprenuer like you guys.  I think Blogit is a great idea, and has good intentions.  It's not you, and it's not Blogit, it's these negative people.  They invade every corner of the earth these days.  You should feel blessed to have people like Moondawg, Max-Power, Westwend, Kooka_lives, Kay-ren, Kat-ray, Fat-Guy, and David1Spirit.  These are the people that keep Blogit alive and unique.  They have good herats.  I just want to give them some recognition.  Maybe you guys should reward people for thoughtfulness and maturity on here.

Bye guys, I will be gone by the end of the weekend, but see me at Michelle Lamond:  Behind the Smoky Curtain, my public weblog, or my magazine at www.writingforfuture.com.

Good luck to you Blogitstaff!!!!