…..like most obnoxious know-it-alls, he actually knew very little but for some inscrutable reason believed otherwise; in his warped mind he was a canny savant and his knowledge base extended to nearly every subject imaginable. And so, akin to most know-it-alls, the fat, intrinsically detestable poseur was utterly unbearable to be around and one would take egregious, exorbitant steps to merely avoid his presence for any appreciable length of time. Sometimes that simple strategy worked, but other times it failed miserably and then one was left alone in his orbit, alternately feigning polite listening but more often ruing the gods of fate for having put Lil Ol’ U in such an odious, repulsive situation…..
Fred's Soapbox 