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Got the message, Sabu!

Even the pioneering Google didn't veer from firing an employee for his blog!
I may be treading a dangerous line by being so liberal in my postings, but I believe the individual easily outstrips the corporate in terms of social value. Individuality should never stifle under the overbearing weight of the organization he subscribes to.
Of course, trade secrets should not be infringed.
Comments are most welcome. I strongly despise censorship.

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Sebastian said…
Corporate secrets could also include screenshots of an individuals mail box.

I may dump blogger soon.
Deepanjan said…
I agree. I may hide this post.
Deepanjan said…
As for dumping Blogger, I wouldn't suggest it.
Sebastian said…
Why should I not dump blogger
Sebastian said…
Why should I not dump blogger
Deepanjan said…
Simply because it belongs to Google!
Sebastian said…
Precisly why I will move away from it, I do not want google dominating the net someday
Sebastian said…
Precisly why I will move away from it, I do not want google dominating the net someday
Deepanjan said…
The Net is a free lunch. If something becomes domineering, it's because it deserves it. Google deserves it.

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