12.19 — It’s over#
I don’t write code that “implements specs.”
I write code with a soul.
The real thing, made by someone who gives a damn. You have any idea what that means? While you look down your nose at us, while you call us autistic?
We’re not asking for anything. Just respect, and the room to do our work like normal people.
The state of this industry is exhausting.
The disrespect toward the people who actually know is hitting historic highs.
At the exact moment when real collaboration would, by a mile, be the smart move.
History is going to repeat itself.
Because mistreating us, talking down to us, carries a price. And that price comes due automatically.
It isn’t even about any one of us anymore. It’s about what happens the moment you come for one of us.
https://x.com/intcyberdigest/status/2060032128495059034
https://x.com/elder_plinius/status/2060085595808936024
https://x.com/vxunderground/status/2060036224245432506
https://x.com/5mukx/status/2060044144756818132
https://x.com/intcyberdigest/status/2060291665512759573
https://x.com/c2iris/status/2060357711133344141
https://x.com/trustedsec/status/2034647329190420694
https://x.com/nyxgeek/status/2060402733471981828
https://x.com/_xpn_/status/2060316732418310585
https://x.com/yanir_/status/2060062555247088027
https://x.com/moshimoshimoan/status/2060450554539659693
https://x.com/darkwebinformer/status/2060378244843524553
https://x.com/weirdquadratic/status/2060426707845157172
https://x.com/mcgrewsecurity/status/2060349241772441969
https://x.com/kaspersekrets/status/2060347676886208971
https://x.com/safedepio/status/2059981492219174958
https://x.com/safedepio/status/2060429769754497419
https://x.com/techcrunch/status/2060407371164467403
https://x.com/niebezpiecznik/status/2060429355185058252
https://x.com/zodttd/status/2059946105933008922
https://x.com/encrypted_past/status/2060834709240725518
https://x.com/encrypted_past/status/2060915266100306171
Please, lord, let this pain subside.
You watch it on TV. We live inside it.
Every single day.
And the only thing you ever tell us back is that it’s “not okay” to be angry — you keep talking to us like we’re five years old.
So go to hell, you clowns: you reap what you sow. Go shuffle your little memos around. We can get along just fine without you. You’re dead weight.
That line from my old friend in the YCL — “I’d be out of my mind to even try to help you” — hits harder now than it ever has.
You. Think. We’re. Idiots.
You have no respect!
We grew up sharing, helping each other out — and you’re so gifted you’ve managed to make us sick of our own best values.
Maybe it’s just as well you don’t understand any of this pain. But you’d be wise to listen to the people who know, instead of trying to explain “the geopolitical context” to us. We. Are. In. It. What exactly do you think you have to explain to us?
You bunch of fools.
I’m exhausted too. Next time I won’t bother wasting my talent on a project doomed to be sneered at by people who know absolutely nothing about it.
Instead, I’m going to flood everything, to the glory of the Spam God.
He who laughs last laughs best.
Congratulations — you actually managed to disgust me. Even me. Mission accomplished.
Spare a thought for the ones coming after; for me it’s probably already too late. I’m done wanting to “fit in.” Honestly, it’s over.
With you it’s all projection anyway. You project your crackpot ideas onto us, you take the liberty of handing out nicknames — “the autistic one,” “the genius,” “the alien.” Hard to be more disrespectful than that.
Then you call into question whatever unsettles you, on nothing but your own figments. You lecture us about “formalization,” and you can’t keep a single KPI standing upright!
Hard to stigmatize any harder than that.
Every line has been crossed.
Why the hell would I want to contribute among you?
Everything to lose, nothing to gain.
This is the last piece of software I’m leaving to your world.
Fifteen-plus years defending the same vision, fifteen-plus years being right, fifteen-plus years of you making our lives miserable. So: fuck you. Go rot with the software you can’t even maintain anymore, with your patterns, your geek toys, you sorry idiots.
You want to go as far as explaining AI to us — when you don’t even know what an association rule is.
I’ve had it. You’re uncultured, ignorant frauds. And you’re full of yourselves. You’re insulting, you’re garbage.
Our generation is past gathering around to write some nice little “Agile manifesto.” Another good idea, born of good intentions, that amounted to nothing at all — because you keep trying to force us to be turds, to forbid us from being adults. You keep on being assholes.
Keep talking down to us, keep thinking you’ve got something to teach us. You don’t even know who you’re talking to.
From here on I’m refocusing on what will actually help “change the world” — no compassion, no empathy.
No more trying to bring something “positive,” since you crap all over it every time. Being “nice” is over.
Everything you touch you turn to shit.
Scum.
Navel-gazing windbags.
Am I still supposed to feel bad? Honestly, what a waste of time. What a drain.
What’s the point of throwing pearls before swine like this?!
No, we’re not going to off ourselves.
Glory to our dead.
Pompous pataphysical windbags.
https://soundcloud.com/scarlett_danger/d0rm4nt-wav
I’m going to go be with my family.
I’ve got absolutely no business among people who despise me and have shit in their eyes.
Good luck to the next ones. I’ve given enough.
Life is made of choices.
