I mean seriously, I can't understand why this guy can't find a good job. He seems to have everything employers are looking for -- education, a cheerful attitude, personal responsibility, a marketable skill set. What could be holding him back? (Perhaps the glazed, don't-look-in-the-crawl-space-I-might-have-buried-something-there look?)
But I have a pretty decent idea why he can't find a date.... unemployed, living in his mom's basement, lots of hungry cats prowling about, and a mound of debt for taking Marxist-Leninist-Feminist-Transgender-Queer Theory classes at SUNY-Binghampton. (Oh, and that look again.) Not exactly what the girls would call a keeper.
Reality is hard. It's not the job of the government or the job of your fellow citizens to shelter a grown man from reality. As the gamblers in the old days used to say to rubes who wandered into the pool hall -- Get a job!
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UPDATE: I am informed by some semi-obnoxious readers (just happy to have readers at all) that the picture above is a hoax. Well, maybe so. But it's representative of a whole lot of the Occupy Wall Street crowd, whose similar handwritten messages are captured in photos that can be found here. If this guy is a spoof, he's a dead-on spoof that caught me and the blogger at Ace of Spades. Ah, well. This whole Internet thang shore can be confusin'.
