yes, but what about BT?

Imagine you’ve just gotten out of prison for assault with a deadly weapon. Then someone gives you a shiny new baseball bat — a pretty nice one, titanium, and technologically advanced. The latest thing in bats is something called P2P. Even though you’re a convict, with a past history of violence, what you’ll actually do with this bat is still a matter of some debate. Who knows? You could have an innocent get-together at a local batting cage and have a home-run-hitting contest with friends. You know, test the limits of your new tool. Or you might, well, cause some trouble.
— LA Weekly: Grokster v. a Baseball Bat

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