When I become Lord Supreme Ruler of Everything (except Australia, which I will give to my most loyal minion, and Algeria, which I shall give to my cats as a litterbox), my first proclamation shall be as follows:
Train. Them. Well.
Avoid the certain death that will certainly come to many. I'm sure my eventual "cleansing" will make the Nacht der langen Messer look like a church picnic. And not the kind with catholic priests and altar boys, but the kind with actual G-rated stuff going on. And lemonade. And screams of terror.
Be it hereby known that, henceforth, any software developer whomsoever shall programmeth a pop-up (or under) window shall be put to death immediately, regardless of the language of application therein...under...to. The method of death—and the painfulness thereof—shall be determined by the amount of inconvenience accorded the user when the pop-up (or under) interrupts what they're already typing. Should what they're typing "accidentally" press a button in the pop-up (or under)...you really don't want to know the kind of sick things I could think of to punish that developer.So train your children well, friends.
This offense shall carry unto the next generation of said developer if it is the operating system which dost perform in this manner.
Train. Them. Well.
Avoid the certain death that will certainly come to many. I'm sure my eventual "cleansing" will make the Nacht der langen Messer look like a church picnic. And not the kind with catholic priests and altar boys, but the kind with actual G-rated stuff going on. And lemonade. And screams of terror.
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