BillW50 wrote this copyrighted missive and expects royalties:
The claim was Linux doesn't get viruses. So I guess that was just a lie,
eh? So what else is new?
No one has ever claimed that.
And what is even more laughable is considering the small number of
applications that runs under Linux. How many games can Linux run now?
About 300 isn't it?
If true, that would be about 298 more than I play.
If you want a game PC, if all you care about is games, yeah, go for Windows.
What is even more laughable is the Commodore 64 was said to run 20,000
applications if I remember right. And was popular for 10 years before it
died out. And Linux has been around for 19 years (almost twice as long).
And I don't think it has caught up to the success of the Commodore 64 yet.
Are you kidding me? Have you seen how many packages are in a Debian distro?
Over 30,000. And then you have commercial Linux applications.
Sure, not the same kind of "market" as Windows, but it covers a lot of
territory.
McAfee is one of the worst. I guess the IT department isn't that bright
where you work at, eh?
The DoD has never been known for its intelligence; that's why they have
such a reliance on Windows and its crutches.
Personally, I wouldn't attribute "quality" to AV software. At best, AV will
hopefully not slow your computer down tooooooo much.
All I had to show was Linux can and does get viruses. Nothing more. If
you want more, I charge by the hour. ;-)
If I want more, I'll google for Windows viruses. It's a shame, too, because
the Windows kernel seems to be a good piece of work.
--
On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turned back time,
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain.
Don't bother asking for explanations, she'll just tell you that she came
In the Year of the Cat.
She doesn't give you time for questions, as she locks up your arm in hers,
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction completely disappears.
By the blue-tiled walls near the market stall there's a hidden door she
leads you to.
These days, she say, I feel my life just like a river running through
The Year of the Cat.
Well, she looks at you so coolly,
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea.
She comes in incense and patchouli,
So you take her to find what's waiting inside
The Year of the Cat.
Well, morning comes and you're still with her, but the bus and the tourists
are gone,
And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket, so you have to stay on.
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain in the rhythm of the new-born day.
You know some time you're bound to leave her, but for now you're going to stay
In the Year of the Cat.
-- Al Stewart, "Year of the Cat"