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  • From: Simon Spero <ses AT unc.edu>
  • To: InterNetWorkers <internetworkers AT franklin.metalab.unc.edu>
  • Subject: Re: UNIX is the devil's work
  • Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2002 09:46:22 -0400


That page may be satire, but it sounds a lot like this true story:

http://www.netfunny.com/rhf/jokes/new89/satan.773.html

Resent-From: ksr!warren AT harvard.harvard.edu


(If you don't understand the T-shirt image, look at your copy of "The Design
and Implementation of the 4.3BSD UNIX Operating System" by Leffler, et. al.)

Resent-From: Charles Forsythe <convex!forsythe AT uxc.cso.uiuc.edu>

This was sent to me by Linda Branagan--Convex doc. writer and Connie Dobbs
look-alike. I think its an excellent illustration of why "Bob" began his
mission in Dallas.



The following is a true story.

Last week I walked into a local "home style cookin' restaurant/watering
hole" to pick up a take out order. I spoke briefly to the waitress behind
the counter, who told me my order would be done in a few minutes.

So, while I was busy gazing at the farm implements hanging on the walls, I
was approached by two, uh, um... well, let's call them "natives." These guys
might just be the original Texas rednecks--complete with ten-gallon hats,
snakeskin boots and the pervasive odor of cheap beer and whiskey.

"Pardon us, ma'am. Mind of we ask you a question?"

Well, people keep telling me that Texans are real friendly, so I nodded.

"Are you a Satanist?"

Well, at least they didn't ask me if I liked to party.

"Uh, no, I can't say that I am."

"Gee ma'am. Are you sure about that?" they asked.

I put on my biggest, brightest Dallas Cowboys cheerleader smile and said,
"No, I'm positive. The closest I've ever come to Satanism is watching
Geraldo."

"Hmm. Interesting. See, we was just wondering why it is you have the lord of
darkness on your chest there."

I was this close to slapping one of them and causing a scene--then I stopped
and noticed the T-shirt I happened to be wearing that day. Sure enough, it
had a picture of a small, devilish looking creature that has for quite some
time now been associated with a certain operating system. In this particular
representation, the creature was wearing sneakers.

They continued: "See, ma'am, we don't exactly appreciate it when people show
off pictures of the devil. Especially when he's lookin' so friendly."

These idiots sounded terrifyingly serious.

Me: "Oh, well, see, this isn't really the devil, it's just, well, it's sort
of a mascot."

Native: "And what kind of football team has the devil as a mascot?"

Me: "Oh, it's not a team. It's an operating-- uh, a kind of computer."

I figured that an ATM machine was about as much technology as these guys
could handle, and I knew that if I so much as uttered the word "unix" I
would only make things worse.

Native: "Where does this satanical computer come from?"

Me: "California. And there's nothing satanical about it really."

Somewhere along the line here, the waitress has noticed my predicament--but
these guys probably outweighed her by 600 pounds, so all she did was look at
me sympathetically and run off into the kitchen.

Native: "Ma'am, I think you're lying. And we'd appreciate it if you'd leave
the premises now."

Fortunately, the waitress returned that very instant with my order, and they
agreed that it would be okay for me to actually pay for my food before I
left. While I was at the cash register, they amused themselves by talking to
each other.

Native #1: "Do you think the police know about these devil computers?"

Native #2: "If they come from California, then the FBI oughta know about
'em."

They escorted me to the door. I tried one last time: "You're really blowing
this all out of proportion. A lot of people use this `kind of computers.'
Universities, researchers, businesses. They're actually very useful."

Big, big, BIG mistake. I should have guessed at what came next.

Native: "Does the government use these devil computers?"

Me: "Yes."

Another BIG boo-boo.

Native: "And does the government pay for 'em? With our tax dollars?"

I decided that it was time to jump ship.

Me: "No. Nope. Not at all. You're tax dollars never entered the picture at
all. I promise. No sir, not a penny. Our good Christian congressmen would
never let something like that happen. Nope. Never. Bye."

Texas. What a country.





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