The old man (word checker underlined ‘old man’ as 'outdated' - he was, and so am I) said the world would be a great place to live if it weren’t for the people, and though he was a curmudgeon of the highest order, he was right. *And bugger off, you pseudo-academic algorithmic word checker trying to inject woke tame egg-headed words into my writing, get stuffed!* Squinting, bat-like, into the web page, which replaced the evening paper by the door, the old coot was right—the sordid stories of disease, war, murder, hatred, political shenanigans, sexual offenses against children, etc. The old man was true. A sting from an angry honey bee is more salubrious; a shark attack biting a swimmer in half is more beneficial than the wrongs fostered by sapiens with big bulbous brains wasting this blue pearl of a world and themselves.
The Old Man Was Right