The first time I read this book, it was 1999. Back when internet startups were all the rage, and any retard that started one made billions of dollars.

Seriously? Even Netscape? Yup. It was just a fucking browser. And at the time, it was the shittiest browser on the market. Internet Explorer was better than Netscape, for fuck's sake. Firefox was light-years ahead of Netscape, when it first came out.

But did Firefox make billions of dollars? Fuck no. Firefox was actually useful. Nothing useful ever makes money. Just ask Nicola Tesla. He'll tell ya all about useful things that he invented and never got a dime for.

Netscape was bullshit. The company didn't make anything that was worth one goddamn cent, but it made these motherfuckers billionaires. Because they knew how to con the public, and the stock market. That's all Netscape was, in the end. One big, billion dollar con.

But Jim Clark made this book fascinating. He made the Netscape con read like a Hollywood blockbuster. This guy knows how to take advantage of the next big thing. It's Jim Clark's wheelhouse. He started Silicon Graphics, he helped start Netscape, then he started WebMd.

I'm sure this jackass has started several more companies since. Because, why not? When you're a billionaire, making money becomes just a hobby. It doesn't even matter anymore if his companies are successful. It's just a game to him now.

It sickens me, really. I mean, I love this guy. Jim Clark is my fucking hero. But at the same time, I want to punch his stupid fucking face. Because he just can't lose. He couldn't lose if he tried. And it pisses me off so much. ( )