Look at all these sheep, smug with youth and draped in their flaccid, bloated idiocy. They don’t understand what it’s like to really work for something. They couldn’t hunt a single whale for years. I could. I did. My departed friend Hemingway would be saddened to see how this once great society has caved like a willful coward. Even my beloved Yankees have turned, corpulent, rusty and waning—a barely active metaphor for a dull, crumbling society. (Sighs.) Well, at least Wang’s off the DL.
2 years ago