Yeah, Steve, we're really going to miss you. That sharp, jutting chin and smug mug. The angry, beady little eyes. That raging anti-social personality disorder. The black turtleneck 'n' jeans getup. Your total lack of concern for the abundant abuses against workers and customers perpetrated by the korporation you headed for so long. No, we will not miss your keynotes. At least those of us who were not and never will be lemmings. Link here:
Goodbye and good luck, you miserable bastard
You know, it's interesting. When Apple got rid of you the first time (or you left, or who the hell knows what really happened there), you started your own little enterprise, called NeXT. You phoned my Mom when we lived in Italy, almost desperate for her help in getting said enterprise off the ground. She's an accomplished musician, which was even more reason for you to want her on-board, music apparently being a big part of the project. Basically she laughed you off, thinking it was merely another sad start-up. For the most part, she was right. And no, she's not kicking herself today for having declined. I think like most people, she's a lot better off not having had to deal with Crapple's sick, sick mind games.
Oh, but not me. I was fool enough to have signed on with Crapple as a contractor, not having the slightest idea as to the abusive situation I was in for. How was I to know that I would put in almost three years as a Permatemp slave with no benefits?!! A creepy Crapple manager made sure I knew, in no uncertain terms and in a very threatening tone, that 'I didn't work there.' This after I quite understandably inquired as to whether I would ever be hired. Now I did not ask because I was in awe of Crapple or anything as silly as that. No, I was seeking my dues after having done a most excellent job for years on end, with little appreciation. The rest of the miserable story is to be found in this blog, if anyone cares. And really, I think you should, as Apple is now also denying its retail workers benefits. Yes, even those who work there 40 hours a week. You should all be very concerned, if you've any common sense at all. Some will argue with me that these policies, and mark my words, they are policies, could not possibly have come from the top. Steve has too many other important things occupying his brilliant mind! But I know different. I know that at best, he's a control freak. So I can say with a good degree of confidence that he was responsible for many of these abusive policies, from the sweatshops abroad, to the Permatemp issue in the US, to Crapple's unwillingness to pay its fair share in taxes, to the banishment of donuts from Café Macs. Oh, you never heard that? He seemed to think that donuts were more evil than him, for some reason, and that his health issues would be resolved if he refrained from indulging. That's not even the wackiest of his many hang-ups.
No one will be crying for you Steve. Not anyone I know, anyway. Alas, not even my Mom will shed a tear for you, though for some reason she's still a fan of your overly marked-up, shiny turd product. You will go to your grave having been a viciously selfish, brutal and dictatorial human being. It won't be long before your demise now. So I'd really suggest you do something to redeem yourself, whether you believe in God or not. Maybe send a letter of apology to the families of those who were worked to death as sweatshop slaves by Foxconn in China, which we all know now to be a major manufacturer of Crapple's wares. About twenty of those workers despaired so much of the conditions they found themselves in, they finally took the ultimate escape. So yeah, an apology would be a start. You see, I don't care how 'clever' you actually are or that a few fanboys see you as a genius. What I see in you is a pure manifestation of the 'monkey mind,' and no, that's no bloody compliment. It's the lowest way for a human to be in the world, if you ask me. Because to be clever, minus the moral compass means nothing at all. At least to my mind and those in my immediate circle. And I'd be willing to bet good money that many others feel that way. We are social beings after all (well, most of us, anyway) and it is those with a social conscience we respect and admire most. At the end of the day, it really is character that counts. Hell, you could have invented a teleporter to the furthest habitable planet, but I still would remain unimpressed. I hear that Hitler was a pretty clever monkey too - though I don't know of any fans, aside from perhaps a few similarly sick, kindred souls. Invent what you want, head korporation X, Y or Z. If you're a sick fuck, I don't want to know you. It's really very simple. And my mother, God bless her heart, never had to be anywhere in the vicinity of your awful, dark energy/ aura, what have you. Call it what you like. I had the misfortune of having to sit near you at Café Macs. I'm still scrubbing my aura clean today...
Goodbye Steve, you will absolutely not be missed. Have fun in a hell dimension with other monkey minds/ anti-social fuckheads somewhere. I'm pretty darn sure that's where you're headed, dude. You'll be lucky if that's the worst punishment you get.
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