I SO HEAR THAT I SHOULD SEE THE PROFIT SECTOR DIFFERENTLY PERHAPS IF I WHIP MYSELF IN A FRENZY

Whenever I come over to the tech side of Medium, I feel like I am totally alone, and negotiating a terrain of land mines.

I SO HEAR THAT I SHOULD SEE THE PROFIT SECTOR DIFFERENTLY is something I have said and published many, many times.

And by the way, you’re wrong. My gig with Mitchell was not well-intended. I would like to be a burr up his rich ass.

The problem with tech is not the little picture of what type of personality you’re going to hire.

I have an agenda. I never, ever hide that. I would sing it from rooftops.

It’s not that tech is out of touch with the rest of us. It’s that the MONEY behind tech is out of touch with anything whatsoever except the money behind tech.

It’s a big mirror looking at a lot of little mirrors.

Why doesn’t Mitchell just say: hire people like me. I’m white, male, and twenty-one.

If the money behind tech could step back from their huge bags of cash for one minute, they might find that reality is a surprising place if less well-funded.

I would take that argument to Mitchell Harper, and I would take it to Tom Perkins, too.

Not that they’re exactly open to speaking to me. I am an insignificant piece of shit to them.

I get it.

But if the Medium is going to give me a platform, I’ll use it. Why should I be at all reticent. Reticent is not on my agenda.

What you are saying is sane and safe. It makes sense. If we all just got along.

But getting along with my neighbors in the Big Money world is not what I do. I have sucked their cocks for far too long.

Why be nice to them. Greater good. Is. Rhetoric. NOT reality.

Being nicey nicey marginalizes me. It’s in their interest that I shut the fuck up.

I wish you luck on that.

You are asking me to be nice. Not radical. Because radical is bad for everyone.

I don’t care anymore. I’ve been nice. Fuck’em.

The argument I take to tech is about INCOME DISPARITY.

And if I have to sneak through the back door, then that is what I have to do.

The amount of sheer cash these people are making is quite simply obscene. It is off the charts.

It is unconscionable. It is morally indefencible.

You’re right.

My response to Harper had nothing to do with A, B, or C.

I don’t care who he hires.

I am here to point out the discrepancy between HIS world and MINE.

Which is why I am writing this.

Gloves off. They’re sons of bitches.

They offend me.

I could not be in the same room as these men.

I would vomit at the cocktail party. So rude.

Even as they give millions to institutional charity. The operant work is institutional.

Your institutions don’t work. They are every bit as repugnant as these men are.

Perkins thinks we’re all communists and has said so many times.

He’s full of shit.

Harper thinks he can distill people into systems.

He’s mean, and he’s full of shit.

I’m not sure which one is more dangerous.

Perkins is old and on his way out. He’s ephemeral.

Harper is dangerous because he believes his own PR and that he can enlighten us with his thoughts on growth and success.

Mitchell, stuff it, baby, stuff it. Shut up and sit down and do not speak until you are called upon. And put your hand down, Mitchell, you don’t know everything, and when class is over, I’m calling your mother.

And he takes his enlightenment to the bank.

He’s not even about systems anymore. He’s about the money.

Oh, but this is America.

Right.

These guys are called the establishment.

I think their systems should be torn down, burned, and pulverized. We’re headed toward a dystopian future anyway no matter what any of us do or do not do, say or do not say, write or do not write.

Call me an anarchist. Let loose the atom bombs. I’m fucking over it.

Tech doesn’t give back enough. Period.

Here’s a tiny, tiny example of what I mean. Kevin Rose gives to the Tony Hawk Foundation.

Tony Hawk makes skateboards.

Tony will come to your little impoverished community and help you build a skateboard park. Imagine that.

But first, you have to sign off that you will only buy his skateboards.

This is the state of “hip” charity today.

It sucks.

What’s In It For Me Me Me Me is a system much thought should be given to.

Kevin came out of the house when organized protests were taking place on the sidewalk outside his new mansion.

The way he explains it, the little wife was scared.

I’ll give Rose this, he has balls.

If I had been there, I would have advocated for molotov cocktails. Not the kind of cocktail Mitch would approve of.

I am sick and tired of these monied cunts who can’t even admit that “the little people” exist.

I guess I won’t be buying Tony’s skateboards at the next AIDS skateboard fundraiser.

When you have HIV/AIDS your perspective goes all topsy turvy wervy.

Why should I be afraid of a field filled with land mines when I am going to die anyway.

Not without a fight.

What I had to say to Mitch was as nice as I get.

Compared to Tom Perkins, Donald Trump is a homeless bag lady. Follow the money.

“I really don’t think it is worthwhile to put forward divisive ideas such as these, and instead focus on the potential of utilizing lessons learned from each sector for mutually beneficial gains. For instance, a lot of non-profits are now employing tools and processes developed in tech companies with regards to data driven decision making etc.”

Divisive ideas is just the beginning.

I find it quite fruitful to interject divisive ideas into the posh Silicon Valley outhouse because I think the Mexican government ought to build a 100 foot wall all around Silicon Valley so their Google buses can’t get through and all the A-types and the B-types, and the C-types have to go get real jobs.

That way Mitch and Tom can yadayadayada in the Wall Street Journal all they want and I don’t have to look at it because it makes my skin crawl.

To them: I am the enemy.

To me: They are the enemy.

Why.

Because.

In.

My.

Neighborhood.

There.

Is.

And I am tired of being nice.

I know exactly what what non-profits are doing. Please. I have worked my ass off for these bastards for years. I have a BAD attitude. You have no fucking idea. They’re just like Tommy Perkins. Just like Tony. Just like Kevin. Just like Mitch.

There is NO SUCH THING as a mutually beneficial gain. It’s bullshit. There’s the rich, then there’s the rest of us.

In the same fucking world. As they have created it.

Now, boys and girls, let us go to the worst of the worst.

The Gates Foundation.

Why.

Because they have all the money.

Bill Gates: “We’re backing off on AIDS because the problems are too intractable.”

This at Davos.

In the world of Big Money there is Big Code, and not the kind Mitch knows.

For the rich, the really rich (sorry, Mitch), the word intractable is CODE for what words, boys and girls.

UUUUUMMMMMM, Uncle Tim, we don’t know.

One.

Word.

P-O-V-E-R-T-Y.

Bill came up against a bad, bad word, and he wants to go home and not play with us anymore and boo hoo.

Fuck. Him.

Fuck Bill Gates.

Yes, boys and girls, fuck Bill Gates.

Poverty scares the shit out of Bill Gates and he’s going to march outside and speak forcefully to those protestors because Melinda is in the house and the Little Wife is scared.

I have pulled my hair out over how DOES this work.

Finally.

I. Got. It.

Their shit don’t stink.

I am here on the roof of my barn in fucking Appalachia screaming into a bullhorn: THEIR SHIT DON’T STINK THEIR SHIT DON’T STINK THEIR SHIT DON’T STINK THEIR SHIT DON’T STINK.

Can you get it.

But, Uncle Tim, their shit does stink.

I know, honey. But it’s a secret.

Charities have done nothing. For who.

Nothing. For who.

Rich moved. It’s NOT New York. It used to be. But not anymore. Mrs Astor and her tea society ladies are all fucking dead.

It’s San Jose.

Mitchell likes the term innovation.

You can take all the innovation and whatdoyagot.

You got nothing.

You got the status quo. The system doesn’t change. The system feeds on itself. It feeds and feeds and feeds and feeds.

Why.

Because people in their heart of hearts do not give a flying fuck.

And there it is.

There’s your America. The rich and us. And their shit don’t stink.

The Emperor is naked but there’s a problem. He has a little dick.

Gates pulls out of the AIDS vagina. He has a little dick.

Kevin Rose designs a watch. He has big balls and a little dick.

Tom Perkins is so old, his dickey is teeeeenyyyweeeenyyyweeeny. No one has seen it since 1952.

The issues are fundamental.

These boys love their bottom line.

Here’s one.

You could take the entire fucking economy and shove it up the ass of the Wells Fargo Foundation, and what would they do.

They would do what they always do.

They would take it to the same bank Mitchell banks at.

Wells Fargo.

How innovative is that.

Here’s a good one. There was a summer art program for minority kids in Seattle.

The Gates Foundation gave them a grant.

Twenty-five dollars.

When I saw that on a spread sheet, I had to tear the spread sheet into little pieces.

Have you ever seen the show SHAMELESS.

$25.00

I couldn’t even laugh.

Your culture is one sick bitch, Abrikoff.

Interjecting my argument into Harper’s light-weight gig on personality was fucking nothing.

These guys should be taken to the space station and kicked off into outer space.

And I have news for you.

1. There is no god.
2. There is no hope.
3. Their shit most definitely, definitely — stinks. Outer space does not want them.

I think that conveys the idea their shit does stink quite clearly.

Please don’t write to me and explain it would be more productive to facilitate change within the system.

Abrikoff, honey, there is no system.

Mitchell, there is no system.

Tom, you can die with all your money, babe, and there is still no system, and Danielle still can’t write worth squat.

Bill Gates, I’m so sorrywarry AIDS wasn’t nice to you and it was soooooooo hard.

Melinda, you can come out of the house now. The protestors are gone.

Tony, your skateboards suck dick.

Kevin, we’ll be back.

Larry, the bus has to go.

Sergey, will you tell me how glass works in a manual I can read.

Doris Duke, you need a cocktail, darling. It’s thirsty out here.

Andrew, your public libraries are crowded with the homeless.

Mao, honey, but where did all the girls go.

Leonardo, the environment is gone, baby, gone.

Hillary, Humpty Dumpty is broke, and even you can’t fix it.

Bill, you look like an AIDS victim. You need a hamburger. Eat, Bill, eat.

Boys and girls, I’m going to pass out the guns now.

But why, Uncle Tim.

Because we are going to shoot ourselves in the head. You see, you just put it in your little mouths and pull the trigger.

But why, Uncle Tim.

Because sometimes, it’s all too much, and we don’t need you in the world.