I Am Not Religious. I Do Not

Great Leaders Are Willing To Retire Unloved And Unpopular As The Price For Great Exertion.

So A Holocaust-denying, Virulently Anti-semitic, Aspiring Genocidist, On The Verge Of Acquiring Weapons Of The Apocalypse, Believes That The End Is Not Only Near But Nearer Than The Next American Presidential Election. (pity The Democrats. They Cannot Catch A Break.) This Kind Of Man Would Have, To Put It Gently, Less Inhibition About Starting Armageddon Than A Normal Person.

Some Will Protest That In A World With So Much Human Suffering, It Is Something Between Eccentric And Obscene To Mourn A Dog. I Think Not. After All, It Is Perfectly Normal—indeed, Deeply Human—to Be Moved When Nature Presents Us With A Vision Of Great Beauty. Should We Not Be Moved When It Produces A Vision—a Creature—of The Purest Sweetness?

Chess: It's Like Alcohol. It's A Drug. I Have To Control It, Or It Could Overwhelm Me. I Have A Regular Monday Night Game At My Home, And I Do Play A Little Online.

As The Romance Of Manned Space Exploration Has Waned, The Drive Today Is To Find Our Living, Thinking Counterparts In The Universe. For All The Excitement, However, The Search Betrays A Profound Melancholy - A Lonely Species In A Merciless Universe Anxiously Awaits An Answering Voice Amid Utter Silence.