The second one is like a guillotine for typewriter keys...

Man, I have no huge issue if the typewriter is exceptionally ugly/worn/broken. However, that Remington was actually pretty nice! Bummer!

I tried leaving a reply in those blogs.
All rejected, I imagine.
 

TypewriterGuy wrote:

I understand ones that have been dropeed and are bent beyond repair, and ones missing tons of parts, and ones rusty beyond repainting, etc. But the nice working ones? Really?


I know, did you see that nice remington! They are like "I feel bad, but once you start chopping you cant stop!"

What really bugged me were all the people who commented saying things like "I need to go get a few typewriters and try this".

From the Codex Typeospherius, c. 130-140 C.E.
 
And so it came to pass that while Caius Scribulus and Marcus Typus were yet sojourning in Palermo, they came upon a group of people setting forth to stone a woman.

“Stay citizens, for what hath this woman been convicted that she should be stoned?” Asked Caius Scribulus.

And the people cried out, each proclaiming a different crime. “She cuts off the keys from typewriters!” Cried one. “She uses a saw upon them also!” Cried another. “She cares not for the condition of the machine!” Cried yet another. “Nor yet the rarity of the typewriters nor yet the desires of others to buy them!” Cried yet another, weeping and rending her garments in her anguish.

And Caius Scribulus and Marcus Typus marveled at the effrontery of the woman, to perform such crimes , yea even under the shadow of the mountain upon which was built the temple to the gods Hermes, Olympia and Scripto, the patrons and protectors of those who use typewriters and mechanical pencils and fountain pens.

“Surely, this is why we have found no typewriters in the marketplace!” Said Caius Scribulus. And Marcus Typus agreed and asked the woman why she acted thus and performed such vile deeds.
“I am an artist…” She began to say but the crowd drowned out her voice with their threats and accusations yet again.

“You are not an artist! For an artist would never desecrate beautiful mechanical things!” Cried one man. “The jewelry you make from the keys you remove is ugly!” Said one woman, and she did point her finger at the woman and hissed “Craftsperson!”

And the crowd drew back, and gasped, and Marcus Typus whispered to Caius Scribulus "Surely this woman is possessed by a demon if she has become so low as a craftsperson and must be purified in the temple before she is stoned!”

And Caius Scribulus agreed and did persuade the crowd to bring the woman before the altars in the temple. And they all went up, even unto the Temple of Hermes, Olympia and Scripto.
And there they did place the hands of the woman upon an ancient Hammond, and bade her kiss the platen thereof, and the crowd gave inks and ribbons and carbon paper as offerings, and a votary priestess called upon the demon to come forth from the woman.  And the demon came forth and ran out of the temple and the woman collapsed upon the altar weeping.

“Do you abjure your evildoing?” Asked Caius Scribulus. And the woman did confess them and did abjure her misdeeds.

“Will you cast the tools of your sinning into the fire?” Asked Marcus Typus. And the woman swore to cast her nippers and saws into the fire, and to retrieve them not, and to give up the making of the jewelry and to sin no more.

And when she had abjured her sins and gave her promises of her repentance, great was the rejoicing of the people and priests and priestesses of the temple and everyone repaired to the temple undercroft café to eat of chicken citrus salads, yea with dressing on the side, and were refreshed in the faith.