…with Gary Moss

When I was a younger man and saw the likes of a curmudgeon, I’d take pause, take exception with his crusty nature and say to whichever of my friends that was nearest, “If I ever become like that guy, shoot me please.” The time for my taking a bullet may be near. The scariest part of all of this is that I am beginning to see parts of life from a curmudgeon’s perspective.

My experience of curmudgeons is that they are constant self-righteous complainers. They see flaws and find fault with most everything. My seasoned eyes now see the cracks and imposters that a younger man misses, due to his optimism, hope, and naivety.

I don’t get any sense of joy or satisfaction at the end of the day, when I am holding both blanks and am able to be an ‘I told you so’. I feel frustrated when I know how to avert a calamity, give a loud warning to the proper authorities, and still watch helplessly as misfortune is allowed to play itself out. . . . all in the name of political correctness.

Stanton. Need I say more.

By not enumerating the transgressions and using proper names, rubbing their noses in it, this is my of succumbing to pathetic, political correctness. I may be cowardly but I have no desire to be accused of slander.

And that’s all I have to say about that. . . for now.