An American Lion

Squirrels hate technology, but they hate Poindexter even more

In the midst of a blog post about hating writing and hating technology, I noticed something:

Are all those markups from some weird computer programming language? Is that HTML? I have no idea.

The author clearly expresses a disdain for technology, and the editorial Poindexters left her hanging out to dry. Where were they when this blog post was put up by the author? Do they think that those of us in the creative field have all of the time in the world to sit and fuss with obscure markup languages? They intentionally “broke” this post to make a point about how technology rules our lives, and we should obey our Poindexter masters.

Not me. I fight Poindexter. I may be old, and really confused about why my blog does what it does sometimes, but I don’t let the Poindexters get to me. I stand up to them. I shake my fist at them. I get in my car and I run over those Star Trek action figures and those Macbooks for a reason—I’m in charge. I’m a businessman, a former CEO, and a man who took his family’s own company away from his own Father in just three short months of intriguing and maneuvering. That’s right, me. I’m the boss. And if Poindexter ever tried to make me look bad, I’d give him a snuggy. I’d make that Poindexter pine for the days of thongs and trash can lid hats.