I Prefer For A Woman's Most Private

Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It Permeates Every Cell In My Body.

Plenty Of People Have Bad Divorces, But Few Of Them End Up With Cancer, Imprisonment, And Public Scorn. In The Dark, Rolling, Treacherous Wake Of That Sunken Ship, The Last Thing I Sought Was A "relationship" Or, Heaven Forbid, Marriage.

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

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.

Anti-racist Propaganda Is Relentless And Inescapable, As If The Propagandists Fear That If They Shut Up About It For A Second, They'd Instantly Become Racists Themselves.