In the 20-something years I’ve been using computers, I’ve heard a lot of stupid things said, but [this may in fact be the stupidest](http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16934083/site/newsweek/page/2/), from the mouth of Bill Gates himself.
> Nowadays, security guys break the Mac every single day. Every single day, they come out with a total exploit, your machine can be taken over totally. I dare anybody to do that once a month on the Windows machine.
And people call Sony arrogant. Jesus christ.
As I was walking through a life one morning
the sun was out, the air was warm, but
Ohhh-whoa-whoa, I was cold.
And though I must have looked half a person,
to tell the tale, in my own version,
It was only then that I felt whole.
But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it.
Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-contol.
I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes.
But call your friends, ’cause we’ve forgotten what it’s like to eat what’s rotten –
And what’s eating you alive might help you to survive.
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
And ohhh-whoa-whoa, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Ohhh-whoa-whoa, we’d been unkind
But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it.
Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control.
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
But call your friends, ’cause we’ve forgotten what it’s like to eat what’s rotten –
And what’s eating you alive, might help you to survive.
And even the nights, they can get better.
And even the days ain’t all that bad.
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing.
But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it.
Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control.
Won’t anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom nor dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try. Don’t you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed to live, and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you’re deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you’ve got to change
Don’t have any idea. They’ll never see so clear.
But don’t forget what it really means to hunger strike
when you don’t really need to.
Some are dying for a cause, but that don’t make it yours.
And even the nights, they could get better.