The curmudgeon in repose observes the feckless maunderings of the primates in their dispeptic self-justifications. Christmas is coming. You can see it, feel it, sense it. Not only in the more pleasant garnishments appearing too early (and hopefully) in stores and streets, but in the renewed efforts of those who can’t get past their own distorted misapprehensions and so fling the feces of their discontent at the crowds.
A couple years ago I received one these from an anonymous source. It purports to be a letter from Ben Stein, based on a broadcast he did one Sunday on CBS. From the page you’ll see that it was added to, taken out of context, and corrupted. …