I say a pox on offendees,
Of excess sensibilities
Who wear their hearts stuck on their sleeve
And jump at every chance to grieve.
Who spend their lives in desperate quest
For things to make them feel depressed
And explanations, short or long,
About how others do them wrong
So much that all with common sense
Can see they have to take offense.
Oh, piss on whiners, plain or snide,
Why can't they all have tougher hides?

Rambo McNabb Hurliburle
Complaints to a Higher Power
Published in the New York Journal of Loquacity
April, 1907 edition