And now for something, completely different....
To the tune of Ireland Unfree by the Wolfe Tones:
In a dimly lit room by the smouldering fire
Sat an old hacker so lonely so sad and so tired
Once he struggled for freedom, now he struggles to live
With his few small possessions and his past to relive
Chorus:
There's a faded old picture in the desktop all alone
A dusty old background, the pride of his $HOME.
With a gnu and a penguin with these words underneath
"Software unfree shall never be at peace"
And his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime
Oh it seems now there's nothing goes faster than time
To his comrades of old he remembers the day
When he marched behind Stallman and the bold FSF
(chorus)
And it's to Halloween* week and his thoughts wander back
Oh those leaders of hackers sure no courage did lack
But now he's just left with his memories of old
For his name nor his changelogs will never be told
(chorus)
He gazed at that picture and gave a sad smile :(
For each wrinkle and line told the struggle of time
Then he gazed once again and his eyes filled with tears
For the hacker in that picture was his friend RMS.
(chorus)
* Reference to the "halloween documents", leaked M$ memos.
Original lyrics: http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/254
which won't make a lot of sense unless you know who Padraig Pearse is,
and know about the Easter uprising that lead to Irish independence...
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Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.
-- Mark Twain
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