I was absolutely flabbergasted with the original settlement back in the 1980s that covered things such as videocassettes. Christ, talk about eating one’s own shit! They even brought their own bowls for that one!
Since then, technology has advanced and MammothMedia has a larger variety of ways to fuck the shit out of writers.
It Must Stop.
The mantra must be: Up Against The Wall, Motherfuckers!
The ghosts of Poe, Balzac, Nerval, Baudelaire, Serling, and Chayefsky are looking down on you. If you can’t do it for yourselves, do it for them, goddammit, and for every other writer who’s been assfucked by The Suits since putting symbols down on a surface began.
And to the Hyphenates: It’s time to choose which you really are: Artist or The Man.