Open letter to the delusional

To the entertainment industry execs, their cronies, and those stuck in yester-year:

You need to realize something. What you are trying to protect no longer exists. You attempts to preserve interlectual property as it existed 10 years ago have failed, and you just didn't notice it happening.
You sit in your plush officers, in your grand homes, you walk the hallowed halls of power and you have lost touch with reality. Out here, outside the world of the powerful, Copyright is dead. If you took a five minute break and took a look around the internet, this would sink in. I doubt you will, dear figment of my imagination, a person in power reading this, but I surely wish you would so we could cease this pointless struggle. Your trashing about does nothing but embarass you, and your refusal to face the facts that technological progress, the internet, killed your way of printing money is causing trouble. But not in the way you think:
You think you're fighting copyright infringement when you make an example of individuals for breaking outdated laws; the truth is you're just ruining a handful of lives, proving to yourself how right you are as the rest of us realize just how dispicaple, ruthless and, well, out of touch you have become. The result of your struggle to feel relevant is the erosion of our civil rights. The result of your struggle to stay in power is that your arguments ring more and more hollow in the ears of the rest of us. But revive the dead concept that is copyright, it will not.

But you don't care, do you? You have your world, we have ours, and thats fine with you. Well, you know what? You can have your world. I don't care. Just stop ruining mine.
Because if you don't, if you force me to choose between your world and mine, I will drag you kicking and screaming into reality, and extinguish the dream fortress you have built up around yourself.