He was close enough I could see every bug on his windscreen.
I did a 60 degree bank to the right, then circled back, all the while stating my intentions: "Leaving the pattern in a 360-- will rejoin left downwind 26 on a 45..."
I watched the bozo rocket his way to the now obligatory 5 mile final (too much speed, too much altitude).
When I got on the ground and composed myself, I discovered Mister Wonderful in his hangar accompanied by a 20-something blonde.
Me: "How are you?"
MW: "Good..."
Me: "Hey.. did you happen to hear my radio calls...?"
MW: "What?"
Me: "I was entering the pattern after announcing and I never heard you or saw you until the last moment..."
"Yeah. Well, I announced when I was over the river...."
Me: "Un hunh...Announced what, exactly?"
MW: "That I was over the river....Hey, I gotta go..."
Me: "Of course..."
I asked if anyone knew MW over at the social hangar -- they laughed at me --"Oh, so you finally met Mister [posterior orifice]?!"
"Yeah, yeah... finally did..."
"That's SOP for that guy -- you should know that..."
Now... this is one small airport in Western PA.
Does anyone really think this is an isolated case?