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Originally Posted by garce
Apple was dying, and yet they dragged a diseased Steve Jobs (even though he only had a few months to live) back on stage to boost "morale" and to whore their products. Integrity right there, I tell ya! Steve! Unhook that oxygen machine and get onstage! We have some iPod Nanos to sell! BTW, if Steve did all that by own volition - that's even worse. That would be a man who would whore out his dead carcass just to suck 99 cents out of you.
Maybe Apple should have spent more time and money on real research instead of figuring out how to milk you losers out of 99 cents per download one hundred times over with their fucking iStore.
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So fucking true! You can bet he did that of his own volition. I so fucking hate the worshipful postmortem of this monomaniac who was revered because he was obsessed with work, and loved scornfully busting other people’s balls if they weren’t obsessively working for him. People are always posting that stupid fucking Stanford address, they liken this guy to Jesus Christ. The fact that this type of malformed quasi-human is a “hero” is why there is no way to have any kind of life in this country without being dedicated to work to the detriment of everything else. We worship people who worship work and money. We scoff at people who don’t want to work hard. Which is to say, every person with a fucking soul.
They made a big dfucking deal about Jobs’ last words being “wow.. oh wow” as though he were fully comprehending the infinite universes contained in a single flower petal. But I bet he was remembering some fucking regression formula he had browbeaten some underling into coming up with that successfully calculated the bare minimum you could pay some faceless Shanghai serf to bend a lead wire ten thousand times per day before they threaten to jump off a building. I bet he was calculating the compound interest on that bonus he fucked Wozniak out of forty years back and becoming one with the dazzling power of algorithmic growth. I bet he was remembering how he’d fucked over some corporate rival and gotten them to fold – like, he’d heard the news that Adobe Flash Player was finally tanking. Whatever it was, you can one hundered per cent god damn guarantee that whatever Jobs was oh wow-ing about as the cancer of his soul finally became corporeal was some monomaniacal thing having to do with work, money and ambition.
By the way, I wouldn't mind if Adobe Flash Player tanked, making me restart my browser with their updates every five fucking minutes.