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One of my most hated genres of SPA are those based in so-called 'Country Arts' - that awful, faux-naif, pastel-hued Hallmark Store style that fills every homewares store on major holidays. Country-arts SPAs couldn't survive without teddy bears, golliwogs, cherubs, American flags, happy little ducks and quilting motifs(oh, and Jesus, of course). And it's all pure blech. The whole thing reeks of wholesome parochial Midwestern Values, packing enough sentimentalism to choke a no-nonsense, cynical city girl like me. ;) Now, here's where the whole definition of 'community' falls down. In direct contradiction to the folksy, comfy, welcoming aura that Country Arts supposedly represents, Country-Art SPAs are NAZIS about how you access and use their stuff. Their sites invariably have Right-click locked and expect anyone who wants one of their tacky little byte bundles to do likewise, OR ELSE! Their terms of use invariably decree that to adopt/buy their stuff, you must have a kiddy-friendly site and speak God's Language, English. Again, why the fuck they think these things are worth stealing, I have no idea. I also find it amusing when their sites list a pre-made graphic as 'sold out'. Bitch, it's a FILE ON YOUR HD, capable of INFINITE reproduction and INCAPABLE of 'running out of stock'.
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