Son, we live in a world that has servers and those servers need to be guarded by men with degrees. Who's gonna do it? You? You, UK Commander?
I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Jeep Commander.com and curse the site; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Jeep Commander.com death, while tragic, probably saved lives and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that 10 pound lap top, you need me on that 10 pound lap top.
We use words like bandwidth, load times, refresh rates. We use them as the backbone of a life trying to defend something. You use them as a punchline.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very entertainment I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it.
I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up vB
bulletin code and stand a post.
Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.