Today, after quite awhile of dealing with problems on the computer in use by the young Australian lady who joined my staff recently, I decided I had to give up. No one could figure out how to remove all the adware, spam, etc., etc. that had found their way into the machine. Reinstalling Windows, getting the latest and greatest virus and spyware killers...nothing worked. So, after screaming silently for hours and hours, I went to Best Buy to get a new computer. I bought one...one day I'll write why Best Buy is destined to go down in flames like Service Merchandise...and it is now in the back seat of my car. When my wife arrives home from a client monthly meeting tonight, I'll transfer it to her car. Tomorrow, my little (actually, quite tall) Australian will spend her time loading all sorts of software on the computer. I will spend my time at Municipal Court, wondering if I will be selected to be on a petit jury.
Spyware is worse, in many ways, than malicious viruses. The writers of both deserve one thing: to be slowly butchered, in stages, and forced to watch as ravens, buzzards, rats, and wolverines tear away their wounded flesh. These dudes write nasty code just because they can. Code that does immeasurable harm to businesses, individuals...lots of people. They are the same sorts of vermin who join gangs so they can attack and abuse people. I'm opposed, in principal, to the death penalty in most cases...for these guys, though, I'd take pride in throwing the switch, jamming the needle into their tight little arms, or plunging the dagger into their neck.
Jesus, I'm testy today! I'll stop writing so my natural mellowness will envelope me again. Deep breath...slowly exhale.
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