I'm nominating grouchy old Don, the NNNHLOI primitive, for top primitive of 2011, the old cuss.
If there was an award for "most stubborn" primitive, he'd probably win.
The guy thought he had things all figured out back when he was a lad forty years ago; thought he knew how the system worked, thought he could play it right, and most disastrously, thought if he took care of the machine, the machine would take care of him.
Well, here Don is, on the threshhold of old age, about to enter his vulnerable years, and inevitably he's going to lose all, or at least a great deal of it, because the machine isn't going to take care of Don. The machine never intended to take care of Don, but Don didn't see that, Don didn't have that figured out.
The "stubborn" part comes in where while everybody else sees it, Don pig-headedly refuses to open his eyes, refuses to use his God-given judgement, and still believes in the machine, still believes the machine has nothing to do with his current and future woes. He'll go to the abbatoir blaming those damned Republicans of Cook County for short-changing him, for cheating him, for stealing all he has.
With that nomination, I'm closing this thread, with my thanks to all the decent and civilized people who made nominations, and to the primitives of Skins's island who gave us the gifts of their beings as fodder for amusement, entertainment, and anthropological research during 2011.
The Official Voting Thread will be up circa supper-time tomorrow, Sunday.
Oh, and the primitives can kiss franksolich's ass.