You win. I am crushed. I will wander these days, perchance sharing what little I know of front-end architecture, but beyond this, I can put forth nothing else. I expect many other developers to fold under the crushing weight of a country lacking any orchestration what-so-ever.
And my only lullaby is the dictum, from all of you, that I am "always wrong." No wonder people stand aback, shocked, when I call myself an "idiot" or a "moron." No wonder I seem crude and jaded to women, because when things do not work, they "die" or cumbersome, inelegant, "programmer-talk" is just "more efficient" or what have you; jargon files trapped in the insufficiently neuroplastic fabric-circuitry that is my constructed "mind."
If my hands were not so fully alive, from these years of writing code, I would have absolutely nothing to live for. I thank this country for that. And yes, I realize that I am over-generalizing, and I am probably wrong. Or I need more clarity. Or I write too emotionally. Or I'm "batshit." Even you call me a "fool" or go beyond the constraint of constructive criticism to inform me that "dyslexia is a niche" and therefore it is "ugly" -- that I am wasting my time.
You did not understand one of these sentences produced here. Of course you didn't. With hope, the next simulation will be less cruel, or I will simply obey conceptual schemes which generally give us concepts like "banned books" or "dangerous ideas."
I will leave you with this, and then I will cease to bother Your Technological Society: Quot capita tot sensus.
