From Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand:
The camera moved to Galt. He remained still for a moment. Then, with so swift and expert a movement that his secretary’s hand was unable to match it, he rose to his feet, leaning sidewise, leaving the pointed gun momentarily exposed to the sight of the world — then, standing straight, facing the cameras, looking at all his invisible viewers, he said: “Get the hell out of my way!”
As reflected from my prior post.
I don’t give a damn how much you pay an employee — especially one who can create.
They will always — always! — hold something back.
Because they’ve been hired.
What they’re doing isn’t their thing.
For the dim Suitwads out there: the gun you think you hold against all of us is the structure of the world you’ve created.
Which we spit on.
And why we will continue to destroy you with our world: The Internet.