I want to interject, because I read such nonsense a lot. You’re a tool. No I’m not trying to insult you. You’re a flesh-bag tool who’s job is to carry around a mobile-computer and surveil everything for your corporate overlords, of which–like a dog–you enthusiastically do. You salivate at the new mobile-computers that are designed for surveilling in ever increasing resolutions and sophistication. You buy them. You buy the electricity that powers them. You buy the data-connections that facilitates the extraction of this data and the inflow of advertisements and general garbage. You do all this gleefully with such enthusiasm it’s disturbing. You empty your meager reserves of capital on command and begin to salivate at the slightest hint of a boot. The smell of boot-polish triggers a Pavlovian response to prostrate yourself, mouth open and tongue loose.
As things have increasingly become obvious to even the dullest in the class a bit of friction has been created. You’re being exploited by software. You know it’s impoverishing you. You tools flood into sanctuaries–that is places of libre-software, but you no longer want to work. They don’t want to contribute anything. They want an intifada, but one that asks nothing of them obtusely. If they’re exploited acutely as they were previously they’re happy, but when things are asked of them voluntarily they go stiff and mute.
Google maps has everything already, when will free-software release something as good as Google maps?
You mean: when will there be a volunteer army that secretly enrolls everyone who uses a Google Android phone to create the largest, most sophisticated surveillance-network this planet has ever seen? You and all you people who expect a like-for-like alternative are morons. Worse: you’re lazy gits. You’re tools that will gladly toil if the exploitative relationship between the tool and master is hazed over and you get a treat or two, but who throws juvenile tantrums the moment anything is asked of you.
You’re a burden. You’re a tool. Continue using Google spyware and toil for a corporation or contribute to voluntary associations. If you’re a meat-popsicle with a mobile-computer you’re a tool. You can choose who you serve, or serve none: throw it away. Go on. Stop being a tool. Leave the tool at home and talk to people. Use your brain to get you to where you want to go.
I want to interject, because I read such nonsense a lot. You’re a tool. No I’m not trying to insult you. You’re a flesh-bag tool who’s job is to carry around a mobile-computer and surveil everything for your corporate overlords, of which–like a dog–you enthusiastically do. You salivate at the new mobile-computers that are designed for surveilling in ever increasing resolutions and sophistication. You buy them. You buy the electricity that powers them. You buy the data-connections that facilitates the extraction of this data and the inflow of advertisements and general garbage. You do all this gleefully with such enthusiasm it’s disturbing. You empty your meager reserves of capital on command and begin to salivate at the slightest hint of a boot. The smell of boot-polish triggers a Pavlovian response to prostrate yourself, mouth open and tongue loose.
As things have increasingly become obvious to even the dullest in the class a bit of friction has been created. You’re being exploited by software. You know it’s impoverishing you. You tools flood into sanctuaries–that is places of libre-software, but you no longer want to work. They don’t want to contribute anything. They want an intifada, but one that asks nothing of them obtusely. If they’re exploited acutely as they were previously they’re happy, but when things are asked of them voluntarily they go stiff and mute.
You mean: when will there be a volunteer army that secretly enrolls everyone who uses a Google Android phone to create the largest, most sophisticated surveillance-network this planet has ever seen? You and all you people who expect a like-for-like alternative are morons. Worse: you’re lazy gits. You’re tools that will gladly toil if the exploitative relationship between the tool and master is hazed over and you get a treat or two, but who throws juvenile tantrums the moment anything is asked of you.
You’re a burden. You’re a tool. Continue using Google spyware and toil for a corporation or contribute to voluntary associations. If you’re a meat-popsicle with a mobile-computer you’re a tool. You can choose who you serve, or serve none: throw it away. Go on. Stop being a tool. Leave the tool at home and talk to people. Use your brain to get you to where you want to go.
This was fun to read, thanks! I hope you’ve already thrown away the device you’ve written this from.