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“a great tragedy has befallen the young people of this generation” “they are so trite, so supercilious, so full of greed, and now, now, now” “I miss the old days” he said, stressing each syllable as if a thief might steal them away if he did not weigh them down enough “when you were expected to be something. have some merit.” “everybody had to earn their living.” “but now all we’ve got shiny, plastic crap and chrome finished phones that do everything for you” “what ever happened to wood and steel and agonizing work?” “I don’t I say” with a shrug “of course you don’t” he said, like the millions of other xenophobes so afraid of the future they aren't even aware of it “you’re just one of them
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Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC
a man named irony
“a great tragedy has befallen the young people of this generation” “they are so trite, so supercilious, so full of greed, and now, now, now” “I miss the old days” he said, stressing each syllable as if a thief might steal them away if he did not weigh them down enough “when you were expected to be something. have some merit.” “everybody had to earn their living.” “but now all we’ve got shiny, plastic crap and chrome finished phones that do everything for you” “what ever happened to wood and steel and agonizing work?” “I don’t I say” with a shrug “of course you don’t” he said, like the millions of other xenophobes so afraid of the future they aren't even aware of it “you’re just one of them
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Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC
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