A man sits at a table, eating with friends. He is a dullard, a slow lumbering man. He is a dolt, with the deliberative manner of the truly clueless. He is a man who spent his whole life either, in middle management trying not to rock the boat, or of someone who has something to hide. Probably a combination of both. His appearance and cautious manner give the impression, to some, of a man who would end up exposing himself to the neighborhood children. (This is not an accusation, just an observation.) He is the kind of man who would grow a beard in retirement, and spend his days watching t.v. and dream of tea-bagging parties. He is the kind of man who carries and drinks out of a super-sized plastic cup, full of some undefined icy beverage wherever he goes. He is a buffoon, with a clowns posture and the wit of a pinhead. He is a bloated man, full of hot air and gas, he has the confidence of the unchallenged. His thoughts never rise above platitudes, he lives in the comfort of the uncluttered mind. Empty and vacuous, he lives in fear of the unknown.
He once went up to someone, unsolicited, and said "If you use profanity, you will never walk in the sunlight of the spirit".
The man replied, "How could you possibly know that?"
He walked away silently.
In short, the man is a fool.
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