From today’s Salon:

On April 19, Judge Stephen N. Limbaugh Sr. decided that games weren’t speech at all, and thus deserve no First Amendment protection.

At issue was a St. Louis ordinance that requires parental consent before children under 17 can buy or play violent or sexually explicit video games. The Interactive Digital Software Association had asked for a summary dismissal of the ordinance, arguing that it violated the First Amendment. Limbaugh disagreed.

The court reviewed a video tape of four violent games including the (by industry and gameplayer standards) ancient “Doom” and, on that, decided that video games don’t deserve protection under the First Amendment. Salon quotes Henry Jenkins, director of MIT’s Comparative Media Studies Program, who I think best sums up just why this decision is idiotic, ill-informed, and deserves to be overturned on appeal. He says, “Imagine if I took a look at four books, all within the same genre, to determine whether literature was worthy of First Amendment protection.”

It’s a deplorably small cross-section, and it hardly reflects the totality of what games have to offer. To condemn an entire medium based on no other evidence — to say, as Justice Limbaugh did, that there is “no conveyance of ideas, expression, or anything else that could possibly amount to speech” in the realm of video games — reveals just how out-of-touch and reactionary our lawmakers can be.

Maybe it’s an indication of just how sleep-deprived I am this morning, but I think this may be the funniest thing I’ve read in days.


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Arrakis as Arrakdoes.

Death speaks:

There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, “Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there death will not find me.” The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went.

Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, “Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?” “That was not a threatening gesture,” I said, “it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.”

— Somerset Maugham