How Did I Get Here? Somebody Pushed

All Through The Night, Men Looked At The Sky And Were Saddened By The Stars.

I'll Tell You What Justice Is. Justice Is A Knee In The Gut From The Floor On The Chin At Night Sneaky With A Knife Brought Up Down On The Magazine Of A Battleship Sandbagged Underhanded In The Dark Without A Word Of Warning

When You Consider The Opportunity And Power He Had To Really Do A Job, And Then Look At The Stupid, Ugly Little Mess He Made Of It Instead, His Sheer Incompetence Is Almost Staggering.

History Was A Trash Bag Of Random Coincidences Torn Open In A Wind. Surely, Watt With His Steam Engine, Faraday With His Electric Motor, And Edison With His Incandescent Light Bulb Did Not Have It As Their Goal To Contribute To A Fuel Shortage Some Day That Would Place Their Countries At The Mercy Of Arab Oil.

There Is No Disappointment So Numbing...as Someone No Better Than You Achieving More.