How sad it is to see, the he that is not me, become the thing that he has long decried.
    The annuated bore, crying for what went before; those lost days of his rose tinted youth.

    So blind he cannot see, his own bigotry; his intolerance of those with whom he disagrees.
    He thinks he is the man; he thinks he has a plan, to suppress the source of his jealousy.

    Although he tries to hide, whilst he is being snide, to protect his once held reputation.
    It doesn't take ESP, to see that it is he, despite his lukewarm refutation.

    With his naughties: "Hate MS" meme; and linux everywhere dream; he doesn't realise, what he has become.
    Despite his tender age, he's really turned the page; now both a dinosaur, and utterly dumb.