I want substantiated reports from someone like you that show that these Chi-Fis kill people. Otherwise, your observations mean nothing.
With respect, that's a ridiculous standard.
Have you any concerns, MJW, about the obvious IP theft? There are many arguments that it shouldn't matter — if China can produce such a great unit for so little $$, then clearly the original's $18K price tag is grossly inflated. Why must only the 1% enjoy sonic bliss, if we peasants can have it too?
On the other hand, I'm a screenwriter. One of my movies opened the Carthage Film Festival in Tunisia (I didn't even know they had a festival in Tunisia, but they flew me over first-class and put me in a classic hotel on the beach, so why not?)
It was opening night, gala premiere, a total gas to be there. Frankly I hate the way my script was directed/edited, and there are scenes so badly done I can't bear to watch, too painful. I always turn around to judge the audience reactions, their faces brightly illuminated from the light of the screen.
Six rows behind me, a guy had a video camera on a tripod set up in the aisle. He was pirating my movie straight off the screen! Next day thousands of copies would be all over the streets, and they'd sell out fast — the festival is a big deal there, and my movie generated fierce controversy for weeks before it was even shown, so there was high awareness, it would be a hot item. The pirate would make a lot of money. And I wouldn't, though I did all the work, birthed that baby in long painful labor.
I was out of my seat in a flash and charged over to him. In my lamest high-school French I said "Que the **** faite vous?!!!" (What the **** are you doing?!!!) I shouted it. Hundreds of heads turned and watched.
He was totally flustered. He knew I was the writer because I was on stage before the film started, giving a speech, translated into Arabic, then French, through massive Altec speakers to an audience of 2000. Now I was in his face breathing fire. He nervously babbled a rapid stream of French I couldn't understand but didn't care.
"ARRETÉ!! MAINTENANT!!!!" (STOP! NOW!!!) I'd have added some nasty words if I'd known them.
He didn't react, he was frozen. I began knocking his camera, ruining his shot. To be sure he couldn't still use it, I knocked the entire tripod over, into his lap. Didn't break anything but the message was clear.
Suddenly I had an overwhelming wave of paranoia — I, a white American, just assaulted an Arab in a crowd of 2000 Arabs. I had visions of them defending the Umma, and a hundred scimitars thrusting into my guts.
I went back to my seat, next to the director Arthur Penn. He looked up at me — "Wow. Just Wow."
A minute later, I looked behind again. The guy was gone, and there was scramble to grab the empty seat — the crowd was standing-room-only. And there was no sign of a Jihadist uprising — they were totally engrossed in the movie.
So obviously I have a different perspective on IP theft. Even so, I'm not on a moral high-horse, I'd love to have that pirate amp, might even buy it.
But there's a reason it's wrong.