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.
