Just Use Curl

Nothing converts an atheist faster than trying to install Arch Linux. One minute you're confidently typing commands, the next you're on your knees begging any cosmic entity that might exist to save your terminal from descending into dependency hell. For the uninitiated, Arch Linux is basically the CrossFit of operating systems - its users never shut up about it, and installation requires the perfect combination of technical skill, patience, and blind faith that something will eventually work. When that cryptic error message appears after your 47th attempt at configuring your bootloader, even Richard Dawkins would start lighting candles and making sacrifices to the command line gods.

The eternal battle of development environments! On the left, we have sleek iPads representing modern Apple hardware—thin, light, beautiful, and probably costs more than your monthly rent. On the right? A battle-hardened ThinkPad running Linux with terminal windows that look like they're decrypting the Matrix. Plot twist: that ancient ThinkPad has survived three coffee spills, two office moves, and can compile kernel code while the iPad is still trying to figure out if it's a computer or a really expensive cutting board. The real punchline? That 10-year-old ThinkPad with its mechanical keyboard and enough ports to connect to NASA is probably the one actually shipping production code. Those stickers aren't decoration—they're battle scars!

Whoever wrote this FAQ has clearly ascended to a higher plane of software licensing enlightenment. They've taken the Apache 2 license—normally a boring legal document—and transformed it into a manifesto for digital anarchism. The beauty here is how they've weaponized open source ideology into literal weapons. "Put it in your ballistic missiles" is peak programmer fantasy—imagining your code has such power that it could display a multilingual "FUCK YOU" before nuclear annihilation. And the final touch—mailing bricks to Richard Stallman while taunting him with a bullhorn—is the chef's kiss of free software rebellion. It's like saying "I'm so free I'll use your freedom against you."

Ah, nothing says "I understand computers" like running rm -rf on localhost. For the uninitiated, 127.0.0.1 is your own machine's IP address. So our protagonist here is essentially running a dangerous delete command on his own system while pretending it's some kind of virus scan. The rm -rf command is the digital equivalent of pouring gasoline on your house and lighting a match. The "-rf" flags make it recursive and force-delete without asking questions. Basically the nuclear option of file deletion. Someone should probably tell him that running traceroute on an imaginary virus is like trying to find your car keys by following a rainbow. But hey, at least his system is now "woke-free." Just like his hard drive is now "files-free."

When you've copy-pasted enough Stack Overflow solutions to make PowerShell bend to your will, but have absolutely no idea what any of those $_ variables or pipe operators actually do. You're just one Get-Help command away from being exposed as a complete fraud, but hey, as long as the script runs without crashing the production server, you're technically a "PowerShell programmer"... right? Right?!

Ah, the classic terminal persecution complex! Nothing says "I'm just trying to check my disk space" like opening a black screen with colorful text in public and suddenly becoming the neighborhood cyber-terrorist. The moment you fire up that bash prompt, everyone within eyesight transforms into a medieval mob ready to burn the witch. You could literally be typing ls -la to check your files, but Karen from accounting is already dialing the FBI because she's convinced you're hacking the Pentagon. Hollywood has a lot to answer for. Twenty years of hackers portrayed as hoodie-wearing villains typing at lightning speed on green-on-black screens has turned us all into suspects. Meanwhile, the real cybercriminals are probably using slick GUIs with beautiful dashboards.