In a previous chittr, I noted, perhaps with more restraint than the situation deserved, that the charming residents of our delightful maximum-security penitentiary, "The Condescension Chamber", were to be granted the dubious and undeserved luxury of mediated internet access. And now, as if the cosmos feared it hadn't quite twisted the knife with sufficient enthusiasm, I learn that Jack Noir will be among the beneficiaries! Ah, splendid. Truly, the universe continues to outdo itself in tasteful decisions. There's nothing quite like knowing that the monster who murdered my mother will soon be afforded the opportunity to browse, post, and presumably inflict his particular brand of hate upon a wider audience. But by all means, let's continue. It's clearly going so well.