“My dearest wish is to one day have the pleasure of living in a small cabin in the frigid wilderness. There I will spend my nights covered in heavy wool blankets, eating smoked fish and dried fruit.”
I suspect if he did get his wish, he would find, in the words of Mr. Spock “having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting.”
Meaning this twerp would probably bear up in the frigid wilderness worse Joel Fleischmann did in the first season of Northern Exposure (remember that show?)
As for turning the heat down, talk to the White House first. They’re the ones who told us we can’t keep our thermostats at 72 anymore, but crank theirs up to 76...
Northern Exposure — great show. As the writer was describing his imaginary cabin-dwelling self, I was thinking of that reclusive chef character (whose name I can’t remember). He was abrasive and only came to town once or twice a year to pick up gourmet cooking supplies.