Google, my wayward and daft child. How thou hath enjoyed thoroughly making a whole generation of information-age children victims of your censorship. A mere year or two ago, a search with very specific political/societal connotations promptly resulted in suitable results: if I searched for “rap sucks,” I would get pages expressing and arguing that idea. If I searched for “google is a bunch of over-educated and somehow under-thinking twats out to make the world an extension of contemporary values” I would get a page that damn near tried to fit the search terms.
Nowadays, however, if I search “rap sucks,” I’m sure to get a rap song containing the word “suck” or “sucks.” Cool, Google, real cool. I could search for “Pu-239 passing Russian border,” and my first result will be related to some sort of consumer product, pop-culture news, celebrity events or pop-culture music. F*** you, Google. I wish I had aborted thee.
