The internet is best compared to a fast-food joint, news stand, pinball arcade,
school, and house of ill repute, all in the same building, with 14 drive-through
windows, standing right in the middle of the intersection where 98 highways all
come together with no red lights, stop signs, speed limits, traffic cops, or lines
painted on the pavement, in a land where there are no qualifications for being
allowed to drive and anybody who feels like it and can reach the pedals can
do it whenever they want to.
