Want a Cookie?

     I received a notice on this blog about how the European Union requires me to give EU visitors to this blog information about cookies used on my blog.  "In many cases, these laws require you [me] to obtain consent."
     I was not aware of cookies being used on my blog.  I didn't know I've been inconveniencing the European Union.  The appearance of this notice, accompanied by these words, "Your HTTPS settings have changed.  All visitors are now able to view your blog over an encrypted connection by visiting https://anotherdamnedthing.blogspot.com."
     Being computer illiterate in terms of the technical language, I'm not sure what all of this means.  It feels like Google, one of the largest corporations, has put a roadblock in front of me.  It seems that I'm responsible for understanding what the fuck this bullshit means.  Cookies on my blog?  Are they appearing in the EU whenever someone looks at what I've written?  Are Europeans getting fucked over by these cookies?  If so, I'm sorry.  I didn't know I was overstepping my blogging privileges.  This is new to me.  I'm supposed to read and consent to some Google-provided information.  They even have a box at the bottom that says, "Was this helpful to you?  Yes.  No."  I clicked "No."  Another box appeared for me to write something about why I didn't have a great time reading their technical bullshit sprung on me after two years of writing this little blog without being fucked with by the Google host.  I thought about writing in their suggestion box, "Cut the Orwellian bullshit."
     As I write, I'm wondering if this post will be blocked because I didn't go through with the consent stuff asked for.  I'm at a point in my life in which I don't feel like acting in the fantasies of the surveillance states running the world.  If this blog dies, I'll move on with my life.  I won't stop writing; Vic Neptune will still publish in some manner, the world is all connected.  I'm probably making a big bother out of nothing, but something in the tone of the message about EU laws concerning cookies reminded me that sometimes governments like to fuck with free speech.
     I was thinking a while back about monetizing this blog.  I looked into it, found out that I'd have to use some real personal information in doing so.  Vic Neptune, surprise surprise, isn't my real name.  I decided I don't want to not be Vic Neptune in my published writings.  It offends me that the Google blog masters would require that I write under my own name if I want to make a little money in the process.  What a bunch of bullshit, as we say in America.
     Bob Dylan was given the Nobel Prize for Literature.  He will not, I've learned, travel to Sweden to collect his prize.  How Bob Dylanish of him.  True to himself, what the fuck does he care about receiving the Nobel Prize?  The Nobel Peace Prize once went to Henry Kissinger, meaning the Nobel deciders don't always operate with their heads out of their asses.
     The lateness of the hour could be a factor in my grumpiness about Google's message about the European Union's cookies law.  Sorry, European Union, but I didn't know I was fucking with you.  You're much too large an entity to fully understand.  I'll look at the required reading again tomorrow, see if it makes more sense, and seems less like I'm getting fucked with.
     For non-Americans, I'm sorry about Trump, but if Clinton had won, I'd be apologizing for that one, too.

                                                                            Vic Neptune