The bell sounds different at 6:00 in the morning. It's louder, more official. Even if it's just a plastic button from the market. There's no mailman, no neighbor, no plumber at six in the morning. Six o'clock in the morning. In her slippers, in her robe, with undercooked tea on the table, a pensioner from Toruń found out that the net is not a virtual space. This is simply a corridor from the linoleum, where you walk very real.
She wrote 2 sentences online. Don't be. Unwise. Without reasoning about the consequences. "Die man". "Enough stealing". The net is bursting with sentences like a dump in a block after Christmas. No 1 can blame the sound anymore. But this time, something got stuck and all the crap went back to the chest. And the device went. Stop. Articles. Moral enhancement. Relief that evil was named and overpowered in the morning. And yet convicted.
I was always fascinated that after 1989 we decided that we would change everything first and then someway repair ourselves. Courts, too. prof. Strzembosz believed they would clean up. Like an aquarium without a filter. It's been decades and the water's dark. Crimes and scams years ago lie unaccounted for like old binders in the basement. But the apparatus of repression against words works with the precision of a Swiss watch. He's just got clues, like, individual else.
Because in Poland they are equal and equal. It's not a discovery, it's a field surveillance. There are those who are slow to criticize and those with whom it is better to lower their voice. Oatmeal has been in the another group for years. A secular saint, untouchable, with an umbrella of good intentions. Moral blackmail is the cheapest currency — just change it to empathy. Whoever doesn't throw the enemy in the can. Who asks the questions, the suspect.
Now imagine that Mickiewicz has a Facebook account. He writes: “Die, perish, shame spare”. The algorithm's blinking. Moderator reporting. The DA's reading. "Elements of threat?". "Speaking Hate?". large Improvisation as evidence. possibly surveillance. possibly an apology. After all, a word is an act, and an act must be punished. Especially erstwhile he falls the incorrect way.
The problem is not that individual wrote something unnecessarily. The problem is that the state reacted as if it truly had nothing more urgent on its mind. It's like for forty years he hasn't learned to separate desperation from violence, rudeness from crime, and literature from assassination. Worse still, this vigilance only works 1 way. The second 1 is quiet.
It wasn't a death threat. If anything, it's a death wish. A subtle but essential distinction. From now on, “go to hell” can be a criminal act. A fresh quality of justice. "We will apply the law as we realize it." Remember who said that?