One has to consider the source (and this is all taken from its own mouth).
The burdened primitive is just shy of 55 years old; originally from Michigan, he spent a couple of years in the military during the early 1970s, and then got a good job in Texas.
He got laid off from that job in 1978, and moved back to Michigan.
The burdened primitive has a screwed-up sense of chronology; for some reason, the burdened primitive blames Ronald Reagan for his having been laid off, and never since having found a similar good job.
For circa 25 years, the burdened primitive worked as a clerk in an automobile-parts store in Michigan; one of those guys running around, clipboard in hand and pencil behind ear. Nothing wrong with that.
Then the burdened primitive got laid off, after all that "dedicated" service.
It was a rude shock for the burdened primitive, who lived under the impression one is supposed to be guaranteed life-time employment. And the burdened primitive has a screwed-up sense of place; for some reason, the burdened primitive blames a long-ago Republican governor of Michigan for his having lost that job, rather than the current Democrat governor of Michigan.
Now, being in one's mid-50s and without a job can be a terrifying deal, and one feels for the burdened primitive in that respect. However, the burdened primitive, rather than doing something about it, spent several months wallowing in self-pity and preaching socialism.
The burdened primitive was broke, but yet managed to pack up the wife into the station-wagon, and take a pleasure-filled vacation in Virginia last year, examining real-estate possibilities there, around the same place where the Mellons, the Kennedys, and Wallis Warfield Simpson used to hang out; in other words, not the cheap part of the Dominion.
Nothing came of that, and the burdened primitive is still mired in Michigan, mired in self-pity.
Geezuz.
