I Talk About Very Serious Human Affairs

As One Old Gentleman Put It, " Son, I Don't Care If You're Stark Nekkid And Wear A Bone In Your Nose. If You Kin Fiddle, You're All Right With Me. It's The Music We Make That Counts.

I Do Not Want To Know What You Will Hope For. I Want To Know What You Will Work For. I Do Not Want Your Sympathy For The Needs Of Humanity. I Want Your Muscle. As The Wagon Driver Said When They Came To A Long, Hard Hill: ‘them That’s Going On With Us, Get Out And Push. Them That Ain’t, Get Out Of The Way’.

The Winding Down Of Summer Puts Me In A Heavy Philosophical Mood.

You Will Continue To Read Stories Of Crookedness And Corruption - Of Policemen Who Lie And Steal, Doctors Who Reap Where They Do Not Sew, Politicians On The Take. Don't Be Misled. They Are News Because They Are The Exceptions.

To Understand Our Love They'd Have To Turn The World Upside Down