I Fantasize About Bill Gates

WARNING: This is a rant. Rants happen when I’m really, really, really mad and yelling profanity at my laptop has stopped working. I need to relieve the stress-overflow somewhere, so it’s safe to assume this rant will contain more of said profanity. You might want to go home now.

Specifically, I fantasize about knocking him to the ground, kneeling on his throat and bitch slapping him repeatedly until he confesses that Office 2007 was the stupidest thing he has done since…well, since Vista. Then I will jump up and down on his junk until he tells me where he hid the fucking edit button! Then I will kick him in the balls (assuming there are any; this is possibly a futile gesture) until he admits that hiding the Active X controls in a toolbar that is cryptically named “Developer” and disabled by default was his way of getting back at the rest of the world for basically being cooler than he is.

Fucking sadist.

(Thus ends the rant. I feel a tiny bit better now.)

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