Epitaph for A Wasted Wit

Og: The longer I live, the more I understand how correct Bokonon was.

"Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way." --Bokonon

It was a shame that Vonnegut was such a pacifist asshole, plain and simple. All the more unforgivable because he'd witnessed, firsthand, the world's best reason not to be a pacifist.

PF: He lived his life resentful for having survived the Dresden bombing, and was richly rewarded for passing off his bitterness and cynicism as wisdom.

At the end of Cat's Cradle, Bokonon ends his life with his body frozen in time, saluting God with a "kiss my ass" hand signal.

I wonder what message God had delivered to Vonnegut when His agents met him.

There is no doubt the man had talent. That he dwelled so much on a single personal experience, one that he permitted to pervert his entire outlook, makes his life's work a shameful waste.