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• Monday, November 3, 2008 11:20 AM

  @ cabdriver, who wrote,

  "In my experience, when delivered in person, such rants are generally followed by a careful perusal of the dessert counter at the coffeehouse, or a flip of the phone to check where the party is, that evening.

  That's what's called being a poser."

  "Poser"?

  Father, forgive him, he knows not what he says.

  And why would I bother with a dessert counter? Dessert grows in my backyard. Silly cabdriver! As far as a cell phone, I've never owned one and I likely never will, but I used one once. Does that make me a poser?

  cabdriver also wrote:

  "I'm not bemused by your professed unhappiness, bigguns."

  I'm not unhappy. I live with joy. Whatever globally happens, my time is finite and I breathe and move accordingly.

  cabdriver also wrote:

  "What bemuses me is, more generally, the unspoken undertone in ALL of the misanthropic laments of this nature that I've ever heard: "humankind is a pox on the Earth (myself and present company exempted, of course!)"

  Silly, silly cabdriver! Of course I'm part of the problem. My choice to use this toxic, fossil fuel burning computer is proof.

  cabdriver again:

  "I've never observed an emotional cast of genuinely doomstruck misery and self-loathing from anyone who has ever expressed such sentiments. And I've spent a lot of time observing people in mild-to-severe states of emotional distress."

  And your smug assurance that you've witnessed a sufficient sampling is your undoing. Still, I wish you well and even more, I wish your grandchildren well as they begin their climate-induced migration. Maybe one or more will survive. If that happened, that would be the only cool thing on their hot trek.

  —bigguns Read bigguns's other letters
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