> Yes your living up to my expectations around MAMEDEV being typically middle class and
> it's a trait of your "ilk" to attempt to belittle and talk down to people you deem to
> be lower on the ladder of life who dare to have an opinion you just happen to
> disagree with.
Sorry, I must have missed the post where you described to all of us how much you make a year, or what sort of job you work at. Or literally anything about you other than that you don't like that we don't do exactly what you want us to. Which, when it comes to upgrading MAME, puts us about even, doesn't it?
It's funny - not really, though - that you want to turn this into some kind of class discussion. The reality is that I don't know anything about you. I don't know anything about R. Coltrane, I don't know anything about TrevEB, I don't know anything about anyone on these forums other than what you yourselves put out there. And the same goes for the rest of us. You don't know anything about the life that I lead, that R. Belmont leads, that Olivier leads, that Stiletto leads, that Mr. Do leads, or that anyone leads, other than the assumptions that you've constructed in your own head in order to perpetuate what seems to be a sense of being aggrieved by society at large.
I spent a year unemployed in 2011. I was living off of what pittance I was able to scrape from UBI, a fraction of what I had gotten at my previous job. I had no savings. The only way I even kept a roof over my head was by having a friend who was kind enough to let my rent ride until I got back on my feet. There were days when after sending in my next round of job applications, I did literally nothing but wander around the household shared with 3 other people, rooting around in couches and looking in cabinet drawers to scrape together enough pocket change to walk up to the local supermarket and buy a block of ramen. There were days when I didn't even manage that, I had to rely on the hope that the next UBI payment would be X days away, or that maybe I could scrape together some more change and then be able to eat the next day.
To be perfectly blunt, there were times during that year that my friends were out of the house, and I stood on the staircase of the house my friends and I rented, a noose around my neck, a chair angled between my legs, just trying to gin up enough bitterness to kick the chair free, and ultimately free myself of the suffering I was going through.
You probably didn't know that, either. Now you do.
The reality is that everyone has hard points in their life. MAMEdev aren't some homogeneous construct, some paper cut-out of an idea that you've constructed in your head to rail against. The same goes for every other person you've met in your life, and probably written off as being part of the "middle class". You don't know their struggles, and they don't know yours, and as long as you're interested in perpetuating the idea that you're some set-upon victim, and engage in this sense of entitlement from people that most likely have about as much - perhaps even less - than you do, it's just going to keep going on and on.
The idea that you want to make such a reductive argument that this comes down to "class" isn't just abhorrent, it's flat-out morally wrong.
EDIT: Oh, and for the record, since this seems to be the thing that made you so upset? Yeah, I don't like the fact that Stiletto added the little "Or didn't you know?" snipe either. It's pointlessly fractious. You were engaging in what I thought was a reasonable discussion up to that point.