Cranky Large Medium reading, 4 December

Go away.

Please, won't you wander over yonder till you see the mountains rise? On my cayuse or not, please ride to the ridge where the west commences... Drat. You're still here. Oh, all right, I'll give you a reading, and then you'll go, is that right? Swell. Here you are, then:

Well, aren't you mister confident, then? Cock-sure of yourself, for only small reason. You have to be the boss, you have to lead, even if it's a herd of misfits and miscreants. You are shrewd and energetic, often finishing things you should never have started. In your humble opinion, you can afford to be magnanimous, so you assume people like you. We won't disabuse you of your notions, no matter the truth.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. Get used to it. At least you're better off than all these people, who, on this date in history, were sent off forever: William I of Scotland, Pope John XXII, Armand Jean du Plessis, Cardinal Richelieu, Empress Meishō, Omar Khayyám, Rheticus, Thomas Bartholin, Luigi Galvani, William Sturgeon, Osman Achmatowicz, Jafar Sadiq, Thomas Hobbes, Alexander Hume, John Gay, Alexandr Rodchenko, Johan Halvorsen, Benjamin Britten, Elena Souliotis, Bert Lahr, Richard Vernon, Roger Bresnahan, Charles Dow, Ross A. McGinnis,

Frank Zappa

and Tommy Bolin.

Funk 'em if they can't take a joke.
Happy birthday, anyway.