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Oh look, another Rust evangelist has cornered you at the water cooler. The number "18464028364921" isn't random—it's approximately how many times you've heard someone preach about Rust's memory safety while you're just trying to write your C++ in peace. That gun-to-head feeling is the exact sensation when someone starts their fifth lecture about how Rust prevents null pointer dereferences while you're mentally calculating how much time you've wasted listening instead of shipping code. Sure, memory safety is nice, but so is being left alone with your segmentation faults and pointer arithmetic.

STOP EVERYTHING! The Rust evangelists have struck again! 🚨 You haven't even fixed your CSS bugs, but suddenly you're possessed with the BURNING DESIRE to rewrite LITERALLY EVERYTHING in Rust because memory safety is your personality now. Who cares if your project works fine? That ancient C codebase powering the internet for decades? Trash it! Your perfectly functional Python API? GARBAGE! The compiler errors will cleanse your soul as you sacrifice months of productivity at the altar of zero-cost abstractions! It's not a programming language, it's a LIFESTYLE CHOICE!

Ah, the classic "C/C++ is dead" narrative that's been circulating since approximately the Jurassic period. This meme perfectly captures the eternal resilience of C/C++ despite countless obituaries written by trendy language evangelists. Every few years, some shiny new language comes along promising to be the "C++ killer" - yet there's C/C++, smugly posing next to its own grave, refusing to die. Meanwhile, critical infrastructure, operating systems, game engines, and performance-critical applications are still running on these supposedly "ancient" languages. The smirk says it all: "Nice try, Rust/Go/whatever... I've been declared dead more times than a soap opera villain, and I'm still powering the world while you're trying to figure out your package manager."

When your Rust compiler decides to turn your CPU into a space heater... that's peak memory safety! The irony is delicious - Rust promises memory safety but your system becomes completely unusable in the process. All cores maxed at 97°C while compiling, and the poor dev had to grab their phone to even take this screenshot because the machine was too busy contemplating the ownership model of every single variable. The final punchline? "It's safe when you can't use your computer" - technically correct, the best kind of correct!

The ultimate renewable resource isn't solar or wind—it's the endless energy of C++ developers triggering Rust evangelists. Just say "I really like C++" through a solar-powered loudspeaker, and watch an army of Rust zealots charge uphill to lecture you about memory safety. They'll inevitably fall through your trapdoor, spin your turbine on their way down, and get neatly deposited at the bottom—ready to climb again when you repeat your "controversial" statement. Forget nuclear fusion; we've harnessed something far more reliable: programmer tribalism.

The linguistic anthropology of programming languages we never asked for but desperately needed. C as Latin? Spot on—ancient, foundational, and nobody actually uses it conversationally anymore. The C++ as French comparison is *chef's kiss*. Needlessly complex rules that somehow make you feel inferior for not mastering them? Oui, c'est vrai. JavaScript as English hits too close to home—everyone cobbles together enough to get by, nobody follows the rules, and it somehow powers the entire world despite being a complete mess. And that Python burn... created to be easy but its users "could benefit from a shower once in a while." I've been in enough Python conferences to confirm this isn't entirely fiction. The Rust/Russian comparison might be the most accurate—passionate evangelists absolutely convinced their way is the only path to salvation. Memory safety or gulag, comrade!