Listen To The Chair Leg Of Truth!

There Was A Time When I Liked A Good Riot. Put On Some Heavy Old Street Clothes That Could Stand A Bit Of Sidewalk-scraping, Infect Myself With Something Good And Contagious, Then Go Out And Stamp On Some Cops. It Was Great, Being Nine Years Old.

I Admit That I Have Sometimes Claimed To Be Batman In The Past. But Only When Really, Really Drunk.

There's One Hole In Every Revolution, Large Or Small. And It's One Word Long— People. No Matter How Big The Idea They All Stand Under, People Are Small And Weak And Cheap And Frightened. It's People That Kill Every Revolution.

Cheap! But Not As Cheap As Your Girlfriend.

Listen To The Chair Leg Of Truth! It Does Not Lie!