Privacy Policy

 “I think it is not wise for an emperor, or a king, or a president, [or a blogger]to come down into the boxing ring, so to speak, and lower the dignity of his office by meddling in the small affairs of private citizens.” — Mark Twain

“[I]n a place with absolutely no private or personal life, with the incessant worship of a mediocre career-sadist as the only culture, where all citizens are the permanent property of the state, the highest form of pointlessness has been achieved.” — Christopher Hitchens, on the Mount Paektu Bloodline’s rule of North Korea, and definitely not anything about Trump and the United States, because Hitch died in 2011, and couldn’t have known.

“Friends don’t spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.” — Stephen King

Brain Iron doesn’t want to know who you are. Brain Iron will never attempt to figure out its reader demographics, or compile any data on individual users, or scrape any data from readers, or attempt to sell any information about its readers to anyone else. Probably, there are a dozen apps on your phone or computer tracking you here, but Brain Iron doesn’t have anything to do with that. Probably, your ISP and Facebook and some alphabet soup of US and other government spy agencies are logging your presence here, but it’s not because Brain Iron asked them to. So write them a letter, if you want it to stop!

Brain Iron will not sell ads, and therefore does not care about your purchasing power or the contents of your search history or how long you linger on which page reading which article. I guess if you want to comment on an article, you’ll need one of those Disqus accounts, but that’s between you and them. Brain Iron just doesn’t care.

The point is, Brain Iron will never try to monetize or quantify any of the data you carry around with you like the cloud of dirt swirling around Pig Pen, like a personal digital microbiome. “Easy for you to say, Brain Iron,” you’re saying, “what with your paltry readership and fundamental ignorance about how to leverage individual user profile information into a steady income stream.” Fair criticism, Constant Reader! But, seriously, no ads! No tracking! We don’t want to know. Maybe someday, when we have more than a few dozen readers, Brain Iron will try to sell you a t-shirt, or some sketchy Brain Iron-branded nutritional supplements, or something. But your data is yours—keep it to yourself, weirdo.