“I don’t need some FR Class of 2003 n00b explaining to me how the Media works.”
You joined in 2002. You’re such an old-timer, a gnarled old veteran of the wars. Got all the scars to prove it, huh? Have a bit of a limp, do you? Pin on your faded campaign ribbons on special occasions, do you? Regale your neighbors with your heroic exploits in the “Battle of the D.C. Snipers,” which you won single-handedly? Bet you broke the Mystery of the Yellow Cake, and are pissed you weren’t awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.
Spare me.
Stay that way.