Follow the rabbit down the Rusty Butthole

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rust_%28programming_language%29

Rust is a general purpose, multi-paradigm, compiled programming language developed by Mozilla Research.
The language grew out of a personal project by Mozilla employee Graydon Hoare.

https://github.com/graydon
http://venge.net/graydon/

please stop doing these things:
driving
eating meat
having babies
being serious

He also lists http://www.commondreams.org/ as the foundation of his personal life theory.

Pretentious hipster leftist progressive detected. But is there more? Let's take a look at his blog.

http://graydon2.dreamwidth.org/193575.html

The EntitleMen: techno-libertarian right wing sockpuppets of silicon valley

A little while back Steve Klabnik mentioned something on Twitter that's been on my mind a bit lately. It's about the right-wing political movement in tech, including some alarming neo-fascist outbursts.

A few caveats before we get going:

I'm a bog standard democratic socialist, culturally cringing straight white able-bodied rich male Canadian who likes my society multicultural, my economy redistributive, my taxation strongly progressive, my capitalism heavily regulated, my state relatively large, well funded and active in social policy, and my military nearly nonexistent outside of peacekeeping operations. I am even ok with laws regulating hate speech, obscenity, libel and such. I'm trying to paint a picture here so my sympathies are completely clear. I'm probably viewed as some kind of traitor by most extreme right wing and some left wing people, though I identify with and politically support leftist positions in almost all cases; I'm just not anti-state enough for a lot of the far (anarchist) left. I'm sorry.

Moral of the story: If you ever use Rust, you're probably a faggot.

>>18
I'm an idiot? I'M THE IDIOT? You'd better take this opportunity to sew that fucking motor mouth of your shut, boy. I know little faggots like you and I know exactly how to punish your type when they run their mouths about shit they know nothing about. First, I will put you in a fucking dress. Then, I will bind your hands behind your back with a zip tie, a tie your feet to the feet at the back of my bed. You have no one to blame for this but yourself. Then I'll gently reach up your skirt and feel your rock hard cock twitch in anticipation of an event that your mind dreads but your body longs for. I'll slowly pull your panties down and position you so that the tip of your cock is just a few inches from the soft bed. Then I'll flip your dress up and give you a good smack on the ass. It wouldn't have to be like this if only you had remembered your manners. Your cries of protest will be reduced to broken, half-hearted attempts to convince yourself that you don't want this, even as the passion you feel in your crotch begins to overpower your brain. Do you realize the consequences of trying to insult me now? The oil that I'll pour down your ass crack will make you put out a soft moan as the rest of your mental inhibitions leave you, and I'll begin gently fingering your anus. You're arms and legs will be stilled when you hear my pants drop to the floor and I take your hips in my hand. As my penis penetrates your anus, you'll give a small squeal of pain that fades into another moan as your body, for the first time in your life, feels like what it is doing is natural. I'll insert my penis balls deep and rest it on your prostate for a moment for you to get used to the feeling. You'll begin to move back and forth. Later, you'll tell yourself that you were only trying to dislodge the penis, but deep down, you'll know. You will have wanted to fuck that cock, to take it deep inside you and accept it's seed. Do you see the error of you're ways now? Then, I'll begin to fuck you. Your cock will twitch and precum will squirt out as you begin to feel the beginnings of an orgasm more intense than any you've ever had. My dick will be in your ass, jamming itself against your prostate in a swift rhythm. You'll be in so much pleasure that you can hardly think. Your penis will be just long enough to touch against the bed are the crest of the waveform that our homoerotic thrusting produces, just enough contact to drive you crazy. You'll go mad with cocklust. Images of yourself sucking dick, wearing a skirt, being a lewd little girl, flash through your mind. Do you regret challenging me now, fool? You'll need release, but being fucked by a cock that is much larger and much better than yours will ever be is not enough to bring swift climax. Your hands will instinctively try to go to your cock, but the zip ties binding them will only damage your skin. No, your punishment is not over. Your punishment is to see this through to the end. Minutes will go by, with no energy loss on my part. Each seconds will push you further to the boundary between a forgettable gay one-night-stand and permanent homolust that will last for the rest of your life. Finally, you'll break. ``FUCK ME, FUCK MY BOYPUSSY, YES, YES, I'M YOUR LITTLE BITCH!'' you'll scream as I deliver the final thrust into your newly widened anus. We'll cum together. You're full body orgasm will leave you shaking for minutes. You'll be completely broken, never good for anything again except as a warm fuckhole faggot cumdump. You'll be exhausted, but you can't sleep at my place. I'll never let a whore spend the night in my bed. You'll keep the dress and walk out my door.

And then you'll go home.