Curmudgeon in high dudgeon

Let's give a big welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Generic Stand-Up Comedian: "What is it about people, man? I mean, what are they thinking? Am I right?"

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Is there a button somewhere we can push for a complete do-over on the last fifty years? I mean, nothing radical - it's just that @ 50 I've finally figured out what I should have said at the time to all of those people. All of them. Me especially.

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I hate your politics. Whatever they are/it is. So does Scalzi - Scalzi an' I are so like that. Even if it's a mug's game. No wonder he calls his blog "Whatever", 

my own use of which word on a temp assignment with Manpower at a rehab center in Charlottesville in 1991 got me fired by a little cnut of a supervisor to whom I sent an immediate and gracious thank-you note ("I'm glad we were able to get caught up with our work load so soon.") along with, filled in and postpaid, the time slip I had not brought with me the day of my unexpected axeing orgasmic deliverance from her. Scalzi's even got his own World Book entry, just about the youngest for an Am-Lit figure. And he has an I Hate Your Politics Followup, just in case you stragglers didn't the first time get the point he wanted you should get. Oh, and, I can see Daniel waving goodbye Ayn Rand as Mom. And Scalzi the Blog Killer.

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