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16 October 2017


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Thanks Phil, from the wisdom and insights of old men like you we grow to be authentic and become full human beings.

At this time we need to listen to the prudent advice of old men who have accumulated knowledge and wisdom over the years.

We can have knowledge and intelligence but, without wisdom, we are not worth it.

I must defer to an even grumpier old man, my Dad, who is still going strong, albeit on three cylinders.

His favourite quote was "When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years."

(Often wrongly attributed to Mark Twain - there I am being grumpy again.)

Thank you for welcoming me into the GOM (Grumpy Old Men) fraternity Phil. I'm honoured to be mentioned along with so many other good mates who all (mostly) think along the same lines.

As someone not far off seventy, I was recently told I should now consider myself elderly. 'Well', I said, 'I guess that makes you middle aged!'.

The respondent being female, like Queen Victoria, 'was not amused.' You're right on the money, Phil, we just shouldn't go there.

Funny how we tend to view the world depending on our point of view. Tagging along with my son and taking my grandson to school, one of young his mates was heard asking my grandson 'Is that your Grandpa?'

'Yes', was the reply. 'He's sixty-nine'.

For some reason, I'm not sure what that meant so I took it as a compliment indicating some form of achievement. At our venerable and elderly age, you need all the ego enhancing compliments you can get.

I am too old to know everything - Oscar Wilde

I feel like being elevated to the lofty status of a grumpy old man in training, I should answer in a sharp and witty burst of grumpiness. But shoot, I can't complain. It's just too damn gratifying to be placed in such company!

Inclining to live long, brings bouts a panting, then ranting, then panting breathlessly, exercising words of 'woulds', such of wonts grumpiliana.

Phillip, tanks, Garry, Very good one. KJ, I'm leaving Joyce's Finnegans Wake to its entirety in itself. Fede Meil Celtie.
Regards all.

Millions swam towards one egg in my mother's womb. The strongest to reach it first was nobody's fool.

I feel as if I have accomplised the purpose for which I was born into this world of ours.

Thanks Phil for the mention.

I am humbled that Phil has seen fit to quote me as an archetype of the grumpy old man. I accept this accolade with both humility and pride.

The humility arises because I am now too aware of my own many foibles to seriously think that I have a mortgage on insight, wisdom or truth.

The pride stems from my belief that, as an aged denizen of this planet, I am entitled by both hard experience and endurance in the face of adversity to speak my truth, especially to those in power, before I plunge from the twig into the abyss.

I continue to be amazed by the cant, hypocrisy and naked self interest displayed by those either holding or seeking positions of power and authority as they jockey for power over us.

I remain astonished by the wilful ignorance and stupidity of so many of our fellow citizens across the globe who continue to believe in the unbelievable, think the unthinkable and do the unspeakable.

As a Class 1 Grumpy, I intend to resist the tendency to mass idiocy now manifest across the globe as long as I can. Better to go down fighting than allow the truly stupid to lead us all to ruin.

Yes, Donald Trump, this means you! And many others besides.

Bah humbug!

Now recovering from the shock of awakening to a formidable roast, I'm free to compliment Phil's evaluation of grumpacity as it has appeared to him. To be included is a rare privilege. Well done, Phil.

Slightly puzzling is the timing, though. Only after your recent relocation to a region of sparse settlement and relative invisibility of said domicile on North Korean radar screens did you venture to sally forth upon the battlements of literary limbo to deliver such insightful commentary.

Oh well, I guess time will suffice to reveal any further missiles - er' missals - heralding a new assault upon unsuspecting coteries of PNGophiles.

What can I say - except to quote Oscar Wilde "There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."

I think Wilde meant that being completely ignored was worse than being talked about, even if the talk was negative. I feel privileged to be included in Phil's critical remarks!

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