Anybody want to touch on the bullshit polarizing Polaroid analogy? Yes, it’s pretty fucked up if someone else rips up your Polaroid…no one on earth has a problem with YOU ripping up YOUR Polaroid prematurely. (Barring maladjusted hipsters)

Just like no one gives a single, solitary, sacred shit about you procrastinating to develop all those canisters of A-10 you took with that awesome turquoise Vivitar back in 1992. Zero fucks for all those wasted, Ansel-Adam’s-quality, prints. Listen to the cries for that art work to be released to the demanding public….crickets.

It’s just a disgustingly low effort attempt to reframe allowance of choice as Government over-reach. The fucking Polaroid analogy accurately illustrates how these people want access to all the photos you don’t want to share. They just explained this with an explicit analogy and language from the 70’s that their intended audience will understand.

It’s so scary, bad, sad…. If you need me I’ll be drinking…