GDPR has been a four-letter word on the Internet for a while. I’ve yet to see anybody other than the fine folk who came up with it praise its raison d’être. People are still confused. Those who understand what is required are complaining that they have to do whatever should be done. I’m still trying to figure out why it’s important because I thought that the People of the Internet knew that everything we do here is tracked, recorded, archived and sometimes used for nefarious purposes. I’ve decided it’s nothing to do with me. I don’t have an email list (in fact, I have a grand total of two email subscribers one of whom is my sister, the other seems to be a French bot). I don’t mine my readers’ data to satisfy my lust for world domination. I don’t sell the data that my blog collects to third parties. Technically, it isn’t even my blog, it belongs to WordPress so if you have any questions, ask them.
Dan over at No Facilities has done a great job writing about this whole thing. Go read his post. As an added bonus, he’s got great photos as usual. Happy Sunday!
In accordance with the GDPR (General Data Protection Regulation) the regulation which inspired me to get off my virtual butt and publish this statement, I will try to keep this plain and simple to understand.
You should understand that, due to regulations like GDPR and some stuff the folks in California are passing or already passed, I probably care more about your privacy than you do. You may not know, understand or even believe the number of fragments of your virtual DNA that you leave behind as you read posts like this. Let’s just say it wouldn’t require Lt. Columbo to piece it all together – Barney Fife could handle the task quite nicely.
If you read a post, it’s like you were caught on a surveillance camera. If you like a post, its like pushing the doorbell and not wiping your prints off. If you leave a comment, you…
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