Stephen King is a classic rags to riches story. His semi-autobiography is full of his hard knock childhood and early career. He knows poverty well and used to be able to empathize. That is one of the appeals of his work. Now from his lofty perch of massive wealth, his most clever put-down is to imply those who would pirate his and other author's work are poor. Ensconsed in his comfortable bubble of affluence for so long, he forgets his origins. The suggestion of poverty is now an insult he wields with the same arrogance of the upper class snoots he once feared and loathed, but now has become. O, how the tiny have risen, like so much fermented rancid yeast, to piss down upon the lot he onced shared. Ah, the corruption of money. King, we hardly knew ye.