Everywhere I go on the 'net lately, I trip over completely insufferable people with their heads so far up their own arses, they can only see daylight when they open their mouths.
The last time they ever said "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong" or - heaven forbid - "I don't know", was probably somewhere around the neolithic period.
The very idea that their words may not be carved in stone is anathema to then.[Oh, I don't mean you, gentle reader. If you're reading my occasional ramblings then you are patently a well-grounded person of taste and discretion ]
The good side of all this? I get to brush up on my sarcasm skills