An Open Letter About Bill Gates
To anybody who cares about the future in a Bill Gates world.
My Windows 10 runs slower every day. How can I be impressed by Bill Gates, aka William Henry Gates III, a Harvard dropout? Not impressed, I’m more depressed.
I was writing software the same time he was, and mine was robust. But then, as now, I didn’t write for money. I went to high school with people with names similar to “William Henry Gates III,” but luckily for me, I beat the shit out of them in terms of accomplishments.
The 1960s and 1970s were magical times.
I’ve never cared about money.
That’s probably the big effing difference. I just try to make the world better every day and let karma reward me or not.
I have the rock and roll of Pink Floyd and Creedence Clearwater to keep my heart beating for now and I have no complaints.
Way to go 1969! (Woodstock)
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Ya gotta ignore these billionaires like Bill Gates. They’re sick ****s.
(Ask Reuben Salsa what word I really meant. I jst cdnt do it. Oops, I think I just swore anyway.) Is cdnt a bad word? Well, it should be. Just trying to say it makes your mouth get all ugly. Right?
Oh fuck. Who cares?
So. Did I mention an open letter? Well then, here we go:
Dear Normal Human Being Reading this Accounting:
This is an open letter about Bill Gates, his juvenile name before he needed to be called “William Henry Gates III,” the kind of name some of my rich White classmates had in high school, though thankfully the one I didn’t like did die in a car crash in 1970, and I got his spot on the cross-country team.
No matter. It was a Mexican kid, the only darker skinned person in my high school, who was the top cross-country runner in spite of his cigarettes. And I did OK in spite of my LSD and pot and other stuff I can’t remember.
Okay, reader, you probably think I’m rambling. Could be true — ask Led Zeppelin. But still, I might get to the point. Though I doubt you’re even reading this this this this. You effing drunkards, stoners, and social media freaks. Or worse, Repuglicans.
Rambling, a cultural connection:
Okay, now for a segue from Led Zeppelin to Bill Gates the fucking III.
That ain’t gonna happen.
Right? You and I know that Led Zeppelin is more important.
Fuck Bill Gatefucker and Zuckberger and them other assholes. Let’s put crazy glue in the doors of their luxury bunkers when they run away from the crises they’ve caused.
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Soundtrack? Whaddyathink? Apocalypse Now!!
Windows Apocalypse Now version Wm. Gates III 23.22 (i.q.) Windows 12.13 release:
I thank any readers still surviving this far in a so-called story, and writers and editors and philanthropists who want to send me money or chocolates or maybe coffee but who cares?
… Fred Ermlich
