The fault finder will find fault even in Paradise

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So said Henry David Thoreau. Of people who facetiously wax nostalgically over impossible problems am learning to regard them less than cum grano salis. One day they are bemoaning Vallarta's growth as being too touristy, crowded, contrived. The next week, they are lamenting how too few tourists are down here.
I guess these hack-eyed critiques serve to remind them of their existence; after all, dead men can't  bitch. Or to return to the quotable Mr Thoreau, To be awake is to be alive.