Sat in the Kingdom of Bahrain, trying to surf the Internet. I must be out of my mind right? Of course I am.
My friends have sent me a link to a site which makes T-shirts, asking me what I think of the T-shirts which promote love, friendship and goodwill. Certainly this must be a legitimate cause anywhere else in the world, but not in my Kingdom of Bahrain. Someone with a brain the size of a bird must have decided that websites which sell T-shirts are against the laws of the Kingdom of Bahrain and its Constitution, and that I, a subject of the Kingdom of Bahrain, shall refrain from accessing any sites of such nature until further notice.
So my dear friends around the world, please note that I am no longer in a place where I decide which sites to access and which I should not, for I am no longer a human being with the right to self-determination. I totally realise that accessing a site is no big deal. I know I can continue living without having to see a site which produces and sells T-shirts online. I am sane enough to know that I have lived all my life not missing out on things because the T-shirt site is blocked in my country. This is not why I am annoyed. I am annoyed because I am now a subject and no longer a human being in my home country, that I am someone who has draconian rules shoved down my throat from the minute I wake up to the minute I knock myself off to sleep and accessing this T-shirt site is only one hurdle I had to cross today.
Who decides why I can or cannot access my T-shirt site and why? And who determines what information I can access and what I can't and why? And who is the dodo who still doesn't know that every roadblock now has an eight-lane tunnel dug under it, where those surfing the Internet are not only breaking the speed limit without concern for your blocks but are also doing doughnuts in broad daylight?
And then you read in the papers.. but that is another story for another day.