The rest of us reap the benefits of innovation, standing in the sun, while you rot in some forgotten basement where the last self-hosted server rack at a fortune 10 company is kept. You'll have cursed yourself to the menial task of caring and feeding the pets surrounding you, the last vestiges of what you've tricked yourself into believing was a simpler, saner time.
Pessimism loses against the unyielding light of positivity. It may feel good to take shots from the shadows, but you're developing a hunched back, hiding from view.