Who could resist these green plastic businessmen figurines?
Mark Frauenfelder
His way of life is being threatened from all sides. The women who once brought him coffee and washed his underwear are telling him to go to hell. The minorities who once shined his shoes and tended his garden are running technology startups with names that confuse and scare him. Even the corporations that he had staunchly defended for decades have abandoned him in favor of South Asian eLancers who run cognitive circles around his ethanol-damaged brain. In a last measure of desperate anguish, this paragon of a once mighty breed raises a crude weapon in preparation to strike a vague opponent who will inevitably knock him off his feet and leave him sobbing in the gutter.