Today in terrible people in tech, which we really keep meaning to make a regular column post thing, we have this fucking guy. He’s some little Gordon Gekko master of the universe wannabe thought leader hacktivist whatever who’s going to hatesplain how it is just SO HARD for him to walk around the urban poor in San Francisco because of how they’re just so inconvenient and dirty and why can’t they just stay where they belong, which is not near him?
Valleywag points us to the delightful scribblings of one Greg Gopman, who runs some imagineering bullshit company called Angelhack. Gopman, who is not just a tool — he’s the whole tool shed — shared these little bon mots on his Facebook page:
The difference is in other cosmopolitan cities, the lower part of society keep to themselves. They sell small trinkets, beg coyly, stay quiet, and generally stay out of your way. They realize it’s a privilege to be in the civilized part of town and view themselves as guests. And that’s okay.[…]
You can preach compassion, equality, and be the biggest lover in the world, but there is an area of town for degenerates and an area of town for the working class. There is nothing positive gained from having them so close to us.
What is that we don’t even. Degenerates? Is it 1962? Trinkets? What the ever living fuck is WRONG with this guy? Is it too much to wish for that his life just completely crashes down around him a la Tom Wolfe’s Bonfire of the Vanities, except that no one but him gets hurt in the process? We wish for this. We wish for this a lot, especially because this guy runs a company that does hackathons and hackcelrators and we would like to throat-punch him a lot forever.
Also, too, apparently now we are to refer to this asshole and his ilk as “hackstars,” which is now preferable to hacker or maker and certainly better than techie, which is apparently just like being racist to people that hackmakestar like this little gem of a human being.
We don’t know about you, but we would take a thousand poor people over this guy every day. Literally. Like we’d like to pile one thousand poor people on this guy every day until he shuts up forever.