We are living in a world in which dinosaurs are dying, again. Just like the last batch of mass dino deaths the new dinos don't know they're dying even as their dino friends are dropping around them. Pelosi in DC still thinks it is a 1950's Baltimore where the troops will do as bidden (actually do as paid) when she exhorts her fellow Demo Dinos to go out and proclaim the wondrous work they've done down there in Washington, DC. When they do they appear on websites around the world as Dinos transfixed in the glare of headlights and one can hear the oxygen being sucked out of their universe as they finally realize that the awful truth is that they aren't wanted or needed anymore.
The meteor that is killing the new Dinos is called Internet. It's trajectory seems to go straight to the hearts of those unwilling to believe. Those unbelievers still cry for the Internet to be controlled, regulated and even banned to support the old ways. Instead of seizing the new and learning new tricks and opening new ways of business the Dinos try to stuff the new into the old with muscle and the power of size. The old just isn't big enough to contain the new.
“I don't care what you say about me, as long as you say something about me, and as long as you spell my name right.” George M. Cohan understood new ways, but he also knew how to further the old by utilizing the new even when he had invented the new. His maxim about his mentions showed an understanding of business, the arts and his personal storyline. George M. shooed away the meteors threatening the cliched Dinos of the theater business by embracing new ways that lent to, but refused to be beholding to, the old ways.
The very Press which made Cohan a household name by spelling his name right is now the newest Dino transfixed and scared by the glaring headlights of progress and they are dying by trying to right the old and wrong the new.
Newspaper Chain’s New Business Plan: Copyright Suits
Gibson says he’s just getting started. Righthaven has other media clients that he won’t name until the lawsuits start rolling out, he says.
“Frankly, I think we’re having tremendous success at a number of levels,” Gibson says. “We file new complaints every day.”
I can't spell their name wrong if I never type it. I can't help their bottom line if I never send a reader to them. And, I can't help them back to their feet as they start to die because now I will never notice or care.
Out with the old and in with the new. Nobody ever said progress is fair and not even the courts or Congress can save the Dinos. All they can do is prolong the agony of their prolonged death. Oh, sure, a few meteor chasing lawyers will make a few bucks off the dying, but I have never admired profit by death lawyers however they may try to make their work appear admirable. They're the next Dino.
