All you nice folks who bought your MeMaw’s and Papaw’s computers, I’m talking to you again. Your parents/grandparents have fubarred computers. You meant well, I know you did – but you bought them XP, didn’t you? And now your dear loved ones have been attacked, they’ve rec’d all the nasty email worms and viruses and these are the people that we should feel the saddest for…
They live in my neighborhood. I pass their houses when I walk my dogs. Just like Miss Elizabeth who came out to ask me to take a look at her computer, it wouldn’t do anything, she said. It turned itself off and on twice, now it won’t turn on… And her granddaughter wants to send her pictures of the school play. And her son is in Chicago…
So, for those of you out there who write viruses, trojans, worms – are you proud of yourselves? Yeah, you really showed that bastard Bill Gates that he needs to build more secure software, you showed him you don’t want the corporate fcks to make big bucks… but who did you really hurt? You hurt your grandparents, you dumbasses.
And they don’t have one of me in their neighborhood or at their library or senior center. And they don’t have desktop Linux, how could they? They’re 75 years old… Who’s going to install it for them? It breaks my heart.
Jerks. I hope you all rot in hell… no wait, that’s not right. I hope you and all the spammers get locked in a 10′x10′ windowless room with huge Big Brother Size TV screens blasting QVC 24/7 for all eternity. And no cell phones, no computers, only a water fountain with lukewarm water and a hole in the middle of the floor for a toilet.