Some folks tend to overstay their welcome.
You know the type: self-involved to the point of elevating narcissism to art; full of bluster and nonsense signifying nothing but noise; gnawing at your patience; boring a million little holes of annoyance in your facade of acceptance.
Eventually you’re left with 35,000 beetle-infested trees and a bigoted demagogue headed for 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Fear not, Hitch has some crosswords of wisdom.
