Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with Apples. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can
possibly fathom. You weep for Wifi5, and you curse the S7 chip. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that S7, while slow, probably saves lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall -- you need me on that wall.
We use words like "honor," "code," "loyalty." We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very products that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it.
I would rather that you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you write a tweet and stand the post. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're entitled to!