I Was Spent Up. I Sure Grabbed

It Is My Conviction That The Fundamental Trouble With The People Of The United States Is That They Have Gotten Too Far Away From Almighty God.

There Is Something Inherently Wrong, Something Out Of Accord With The Ideals Of Representative Democracy, When One Portion Of Our Citizenship Turns Its Activities To Private Gain Amid Defensive War While Another Is Fighting, Sacrificing, Or Dying For National Preservation.

He Liked To Play Chess And Do Intelligent Things, And I Was A Serious Drinker And Nonthinker.

My Once-keen Analytical Mind Has Become So Dulled By Endless Hours Of Baking In The Hot Sun, Thrashing About In Tight Chimneys, Pulling At Impossibly Heavy Loads, Freezing My Ass Off.... So That Now My Mental State Is Comparable To That Of A Peruvian Indian, Well Stoked On Coca Leaves.

The President Is The Cuticle Of The Nail Bed Of America: One Would Think Pushing Back Makes Him Stronger, Yet It Turns Out The Opposite Is True.