I am suffering through the ordeal of getting the mtd kernel modules installed on CentOS. It's been a long time since I built a kernel and as nothing is the same as it used to be I've been searching for instructions.
The single most glaring issue is the exceedingly poor communication skills of the authors.
They fail to mention what distribution and versions they are using.
They can neither spell nor write grammatical sentences. Those for whom English is not their native language do better than the Americans and Brits.
Something I find curious about the raging disdain for age and experience in the 20 something crowd. How do they keep from going crazy knowing, as they are absolutely certain, that every day they are getting stupider and that in 20-30 years they will be helpless?
We were all a bit full of ourselves when we were that age, but the current generation has taken it to a completely new level.
In closing, here's a short tale.
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There was a farmer who had an old rooster. He was getting a little concerned that age might have diminished his ability to service the hens, so he got a young rooster.
The young rooster was strutting around the barnyard and went up to the old rooster. "Man, you're just stew meat. I'm taking over."
The old rooster just looked him in the eye and said, "I wouldn't be to sure about that."
"Ahh, you're just a deluded fool who is over the hill and resting on your laurels."
"Really? I bet you can't even keep up with me in a foot race."
"You're on, old man. I'll beat you by a mile."
"OK, then how about giving me a 15 ft head start? Does that seem fair for an old guy like me."
"Sure. Take off and I'll start when you reach the corner of the hen house."
So the old rooster takes of running and as he goes around the corner of the hen house he starts making a huge racket. The young rooster takes off after the old rooster and as he rounds the corner of the hen house, there's the boom of a shotgun. The farmer sitting on the porch ejects the empty shell and says, "Damn, that's the third gay rooster I've bought this month."