Another writer who complained. Dear Other Writer. Why is it always another writer. I honestly do not get it. Someone doesn’t like what I write. Someone disagrees with me on any number of things, but it’s usually sex. People get so worked up about it. I had switched all of my stuff connected to Bing. I loved it. Big was actually fair and sane. Google knows that negative images and confrontations attract hits. Google was supposed to be something else. But hits are lucrative. It is a monolithic dinosaur of aged scales and pitted leather. It wants to fight. I don’t want to fight. Microsoft has red flagged me. I have been suspended. They delisted me. I cannot imagine writing anything differently. It’s like being swatted. This is exactly what I feared the most about the Internet. Terrorism. The reason I have so many blogs is because there is always a bare minimum of 1. Some get taken down. So you are left with whatever you are left with. Some monolith becomes the government, and there is no appeal. I thought Bing was great. I notice that they went for Real Stories, too. I think we were attacked. You can only wait and see if it will change, but I do not think they change. Powerlessness is what they want inside your head. Once they kick you off, the others will follow suit. I feel slapped in the face. — tim barrus