A Gun Is Not A Weapon! It's

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

'yea And I Beheld Sisyphus In Strong Torment, Grasping A Monstrous Stone With Both His Hands. He Was Pressing Thereat With Hands And Feet, And Trying To Roll The Stone Upward Toward The Brow Of The Hill. But Oft As He Was About To Hurl It Over The Top, The Weight Would Drive Him Back, So Once Again To The Plain Rolled The Stone, The Shameless Thing. And He Once More Kept Heaving And Straining, And The Sweat The While Was Pouring Down His Limbs, And The Dust Rose Upwards From His Head.