I'm really sick of all this talk about the "digital divide," and I'll bet I'm not alone.

Think about it for a minute: I can access pornographic images of pregnant white women any time I choose and some Ugandan guy named Kunta can't. Is that what's keeping him and me apart? Sure, I suppose it is in some really minor way. I mean, were we to get together after work for a beer, we wouldn't be able to bond over how voraciously that woman did decidedly unmotherly things with a strange, mustachioed gentleman and his hispanic friend. Of course, we couldn't get together after work anyway because Kunta doesn't work. And we couldn't get together for beer because Kunta can't afford beer and I'm not into buying every round. Plus, he lives like a million miles away and doesn't have a car, and I think his neighborhood is shady. And even if we overcame all those divides we couldn't talk about anything because I don't speak boogity boogity. Plus, he's black and worships rocks.

So when I read a news story about costly programs that will bring high speed internet access to rural Africa, I can't help but wonder if it's money well-spent.

Analogcabin @ 4:42 PM
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