The start up craze is weird.
Mike Essig

like Zuckerman and crew, a legend in my own mind, proclaimed an expert in all things, especially things I know nothing about.

To think that a hacker with a T-shirt and a permanent smirk of the sort that the old folks would have endeavored to wipe off any adolescent face deploying a grade of interpersonal skill he never even knew existed, who started his startup by coding a means of harassing girls who’d declined to date his fratboy friends, is now received by kings and heads of state, and whose donning of suit and tie comprises an international media event, is truly scary.

That so few find that towering mediocrity of a cult leader anything other than laughable, or scary, or both, and cannot get through a waking hour without mainlining his cyber-smack, even more so.

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