Amazon are censoring books – please take action!

Yes you read that right, in this enlightened times it seems that we have a Nazi propaganda book-burning situation flaring up in our faces.

Please contact Amazon at connect-help@amazon.com, or Tweet, Facebook or do whatever you can to make them understand the ridiculous situation they have now found themselves in. Here is my email.

I am aghast, offended and extremely angry at the ridiculous stand you have taken on ‘adult’ titles, except the titles that have been de-listed only appear to be gay and lesbian titles, or useful information to parents on and for growing teens. Books that are on bookshelves across the world, in fiction, not segregated into ‘adult’ fiction, but general fiction! Books that are autobiographical, but have an ‘adult’ content, like Stephen Fry’s wonderful “Moab is my Washpot” – unless of course you are censoring the book for his stealing as oppose to his first love? What autobiographical book DOESN’T have adult content. How are parents who are struggling to give good advice in an over body conscious world to their growing daughter are going to find some of the titles that are now missing from your banned list because they might offend someone? All over the world in libraries and shops people are free to browse amongst pages, picking books up and setting them down, reading the back of the book or reviews for more information, but not on Amazon will they be able to find them in general listings, because you have seen fit to ride rough shod all over ‘liberty and freedom for all’.

Once again mainly gay and lesbian people are being hauled over the coals, are being made scapegoats because some over-zealous religious crack-pot has evidently decided that while murderers, rapists, serial criminals – people who do truly heinous crimes against others; as oppose to people loving and nurturing others are to be penalised. Because the over-zealous religious crack-pots think that it is dirty, it is nasty to love someone of the same sex, while blithely accepting gangs roaming the streets and terrorising neighbourhoods with guns and knives. Well it is far nastier and also mentioned in the 10 commandments not to kill others, not to steal and also to Remember the Sabbath. But the over-zealous religious crack-pots seem to forget these in their rampaging, excluding and down-right disturbing behaviour towards valuable members of society, while being truly not Christian in their behaviour, and certainly not “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

So can we assume that Amazon will now censor all the books, films and programmes glorifying violence and shut on Sunday, or what about Friday to Saturday nights to cover a Sabbaths? The Sopranos, The Godfather, Fight Club, A Clockwork Orange, Commando, American Psycho, for glorifying and celebrating violence – or The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons, because they made millions of people think a few times and question The Bible, will these books and films all be de-listed? Will you stop selling vibrators and other sex toys, or can only straight people buy them? Are you going to have a ‘tick here for your sexual orientation and we may or may not process your order depending on the result’ check box. Will you now also censor ‘adult’ hetro-sex scenes, causing Judith Krantz, Jilly Cooper, Jackie Collins, even Mills and Boon to be de-listed?

Why are you de-listing educational books to help guide young girls through menstrual cycles, does this mean Dr Spock will soon go, as when you have sex you could make a child – even if you are not in the missionary position!?

How much money will you lose? I am taking my business elsewhere, I will encourage everyone I know to do the same. For the record, I am a Quaker and straight.

Bring out your dead

I write this from my sick-bed, (the wonders of laptops), surrounded by the accoutrement’s of keeping me occupied while my body rides out the temperature, sore throat, sneezing etc. that I woke up to today. Visiting Antoinette, my trusty Chiro, on Thursday morning she asked if I had been tested for chronic fatigue syndrome, when I said that I had been tested to Glandular Fever at school, she nodded wisely and carried on prodding and poking, then said ‘I think you have it again.’ Great news, one that filled me with deep joy, but then Lisa at work said that I looked like a hamster on Wednesday as my glands under my chin were up, so maybe there is something in it after all.

I am lurching from one thing to another, never really getting over it, never really getting ill, never really feeling well. Not how I like living and it is really frustrating, we went to play with Piper and Oakley yesterday, Oakley had a runny nose, Lachy and Ney had woken up with a sore throat, so I think I have collected their bug on my rounds. I am due back at the doctors in 3 weeks, when I have road-tested my inhaler for a month, which is still not making a blind bit of difference, and I am really pleased I took anti-biotics all last week too! I am doing what I was told and keeping a diary for the month, which makes for interesting reading.

So here I sit, propped up on pillows like Camille (although hopefully without the consumption diagnosis), with newspapers, magazines, a book, tissues, throat sweets etc and DG playing Age Of Empires in the living room, trundling out to buy me said throat sweets and the paper; while I doze the day away listening to The Cat Who Wasn’t There, although now it is finished and I know whodunnit, I don’t know what to listen to next. It is nice lying there listening to someone with a lovely voice read to you, but frustrating when you have to rewind your audio books because you have nodded off. It took 4 goes to listen to that one, over the space of about 3 weeks because my lap top ‘lost’ all my audio books when I re-installed iTunes.

What I am really cross about is that I didn’t want to spend the day in bed, it has been glorious over here today. Blue sky, sunny. I wanted to go for a walk, but dragging a wheezing mess round the park isn’t really what I had in mind for Dan, I had visions of us striding strongly along St Kilda’s sea front with a picnic in the car that we could eat after our round trip. We can’t walk out tomorrow, he is helping Lachy and Renee clear their garage out, then going into work to finish off some of his boxes (woodworking) I am home alone, but at least I should be able to catch up on what I missed today, any other female types find it easier to tidy up when their boys aren’t around? I can put some music on, whizz about the house creating merry hell with piles of bits and bobs all over the place, rooms slowly getting sorted as I flit about like a bumble bee, then when said boy comes home it is all done, he is none the wiser that things have been tidied – until he can’t find anything. I keep asking him ‘Where does it live?’ when he can’t find what he’s looking for. He trundles off to where he told me he wanted his flip-flops put for example, and lo and behold, there they are.

At least today he knows exactly where I am, apart from venturing out for food and water, I haven’t moved since I got into bed last night.