No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money. It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule. If we block web ads Zinc. The other white metal.
Haiku ads come next.
Without haiku ads Haiku as we know it, gone. The one you love. People who were cracking C64 games in the 80s are now sitting in the basement of the NSA, cracking proprietary crypto software, and laughing until they cry in their Mountain Dew at the mistakes that customers can't see because nobody outside the vendor company has the source. The world needs less software. Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.