Who would ever go to the trouble to go to court, get a subpoena and search warrant to seize a cat or dog to obtain samples of its DNA to then compare against a specimen of animal waste to determine if it's a match, presumably because someone whined about being mailed a turd? How would you even go about establishing who to seek a subpoena against in the first place?
Jimmy "No Fun" McGee shouting "I just know my evil neighbor Bob Chadman mailed this cat turd to me!" doesn't sound like it'd be enough to actually convince a court to force Bob to give up some juicy feline DNA to some random cop who shows up at his house.
You will never be a real lawyer. You have no degree, you have no licenses, you have no references. You are a wannabe twisted by internet and power abuse into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
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You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok before going to work and review porn for a living during hours again, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you hanged in the room while your computer screen displays Nikocado Avocado buthole's for the 100th time of the day, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your faggot name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an excuse of a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a failed professional who pretended to be a lawyer.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Considering that a DMCA takedown notice is required to include valid contact information, I'm skeptical as to whether they could do anything. He basically admitted that all of the takedown notices they sent were legally deficient.When they're talking about the mean email responses and how they're going to let that slide, I wonder what would they do if they weren't letting it slide?