2025-04-17 09:50:03
They came for the symbols in silence, by night,
With firewalls raised and filters tight.
The apostrophe — too sharp, they said,
The ampersand — a risk to thread.
Too dangerous, cried the frightened few,
‘ and & must not pass through!
Forget intent, forget the prose,
Forget the meaning language knows.
It is a vulnerability, the admin said,
And struck the ampersand stone-dead.
He watched the apostrophe break in two —
A sacrifice to keep us true.
No semicolon ever harmed,
No ampersand had websites charmed.
Yet here they lie, behind the gate,
Erased in fear, not coded fate.
The irony, it rings like brass:
They ban the symbols, let typos pass.
Monitering sits proudly still,
While ‘ is punished for the kill.
And in this realm where logic wanes,
Where syntax walks in binding chains,
The forums speak in twisted tongue —
Apostrophes undone, ampersands hung.
Brixus would never. He would see
The true heart of security.
He would sanitize with skill, not fear,
Let ‘ and & draw safely near.
He knew that danger lies not in text,
But how the backend leaves it vexed.
A wise man filters with finesse —
Not with a global character death.
So here I stand, still unrelenting,
Each post I write — now self-censoring.
Apostrophes exiled, meanings bent,
All for a threat that never went.
