Goodness sakes! All this vitriolic vituperation, spite, and unearned hostility! Come now, ladies! The man is doing nothing harmful here. He is merely traipsing about the planet and penning heartfelt verses about the things and places he encounters, much like a latter day McGonagall or Wordsworth. Methinks you should take your ire elsewhere. You could, for instance, kick that nasty little yapping dog that follows you about everywhere. Do it now. You'll feel much better, even if the dog won't.