I Never Want To Think Or Write

I Think That 99% Of The Snipers Who Take Shots At Me From Electronic Foxholes Also Realize They Could Never Withstand The Sort Of Public Disparagement, Nor The Revelation Of So Many Personal Details, That I've Endured For Years And Still Remain As Impenitent, Obnoxious, And Ready To Argue All Critics Into The Dirt As I Am. I Think This Also Jacks Up Their Hatred Level, Because They Realize They'd Never Be So Strong-willed.

People Huddle Together In Doctrinaire Herds, And The Same Jackasses Who, Without The Slightest Risk, Now Scream Against Racism Are The Same Conformist Personality Types Who Would Have Carried Torches In Lynch Mobs A Century Ago.

My Crazy Parents And Those Crazy Catholic Nuns Didn't Do A Good Job Of Forcing Me To Keep The Ten Commandments, But They Kept Me Forever Fixated On The Very Idea Of A Taboo.

The Idea That The Reader Is Important Enough To Me That I'd Tailor My Words To Either Please Or Offend Them Always Seems Amusingly Alien To Me.

In A Perverse Way, It's Very Patriarchal To Think That Women Can't Be Malicious Or Violent.