One of the things I learned growing up is that, in order to actually grow up, you have to be man enough to admit when you're wrong. In one sense I feel sorry for those people who are unable to do so, because I know they're stuck in a self-imposed purgatory of semi-permanent adolescence. On the other hand, when those people are running things—into the ground—and dragging the adults along with them, my sympathy meter moves back to zero.
