Old dog, tired, world-weary, resigned to being just a spectating player on the world stage—hanging in there now purely out of a sense of morbid curiosity.
Too much to say: expert in nothing but versed above and beyond the call of duty in many topics. Talents? Cursed with an ability to integrate multiple trends into probabilities and unheeded predictions.
In short, I am the Cassandra Complex writ large.
You sometimes don’t like what I say?
Go ahead, then, refute it …
… If you can.