App developers are lazy babies

What makes development evolve in new, fantastic things? Passion to experiment! To try other ways... Apple made revolution with iPhone. Everyone bought, and still buys there stuff. Samsung, Google, Nokia, Microsoft and others were stunned and chocked. Tomorrow is a do or die day for Microsoft and at least Nokia. And everything seems to be depending on one thing. App developers. I am an ordinary human being. Average in most ways. I have analyzed the situation because I want a new smartphone. I think Nokia lumia 920 is a cool phone. I am interested in Windows 8. To be able to do multi for real. BUT my iPhone apps whom I can't be without (hm) don't exist in Microsoft environment. Reason to that is lazy app developers. You have losed your passion for what is new. Money is not a problem, cause you have so plenty of it. Why produce same app for Windows? Nothing in there for me but problems. No carrots. Imagine this then: Microsoft, Nokia and others seize to exist. Apple becomes the only one. The dictator. That makes the rules you will have to play with. The silver plates youre eating on today will disappear. Will you keep on sitting on your more and more fatty butts, watching one of your arms (that can feed you) be chopped away? Or will you promote healthy competition? Competition that just might evolve in something we have never seen before? Where is your passion? Your fire?


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Couple weeks ago a six year old boy was caught by soldiers in syria. Men with weapons surrounding him, screaming, scaring him, probably hitting him in the vehicle to the prison. Alone! No parents to comfort and stand up for. Crying? Oh, I think so! My child! I am there with you. Bowing my head in shame, weaping with you. Little boy, six years old! In prison without food, water, love or shelter. In panic hearing horrible sounds, don't understand anything. How were you transported to the "interrogation room"? I try to see you. Trying to hold your trembling hand. My boy, six years old. I can't count how many times you were beaten. How many wounds your small body got. How many screams left your throat. How many times you passed out in the torture. My son! My six year old! I am lying on the bloody floor, beside your quiet body, hearing your last breath leaving your broken body. Tears are falling. I couldnt protect, comfort. I rise up slowly, looking into your face, stamping my foot hard in the floor, lifting my arms with open hands to the heavens, screaming loud as I have never done before. My son! Six years old.
I summon all! Universe! Earth! Countries! Humans! Let's litterary stand together around Syria. In tears screaming: enough! enough!

My son! Six years old! In my heart you will be remembered forever!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-19709041

Judge 19:27- 30



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