Also, I doubt hanging around was a phrase often used by the lovely and elegant Clare Boothe Luce, unless speaking of artwork.
Yeah, probably not; I was paraphrasing it from memory.
I think actually it was said by a newspaper reporter during the first third of the twentieth century, something to the effect that if one wants to know about sports, one should hang around with people who know about sports.
A good lesson for the forked primitive to ponder; if he really wishes to know about sports, he should sit on the floor at the feet of the cboy4 primitive and listen with rapt attention, absorbing every word on the subject from the cboy4 primitive without interruption or dispute.
As for the original issue, I feel very strongly about this. If franksolich had hung around with others like franksolich, franksolich would've ended up just like them; whiny, bitchy, growing fat while subsisting on social security disability and mood-altering pharmaceuticals.
There's a lesson in this for the mentally-ill primitives; they really need to hang around with sane people, not primitives like themselves.
That is, if they honestly wish to overcome their mental-illness, which they might, or might not, want to do.