My Hatred Is Diamond-hard.

Negative Opinions About Me Don't Faze Me Unless I Respect The Person Giving The Opinion, Which Is Rare. And If It's Someone I Respect, I Usually Take Heed Of What They're Saying. But If I Don't Respect Them, Which I Usually Don't, What's The Point?

Most Of Those Who Spend Their Lives As Critics Secretly Wish They'd Be Considered Important Enough For Someone To Bother Criticizing Them.

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.

Many Of The Racial Problems In America Are Caused By The Fact That People Are Innately Tribal, And Politicians Know How To Exploit That Biological Fact.

A Primary Flaw In My Psychology Is That I'll Give People A Hundred Yards' Worth Of Rope With Which To Hang Themselves, But Once They Reach That Hundred-yard Line, I Strangle Them To Death With It.