Paul Lepage Has Become A Terrible Embarrassment

So What He Supposed To Do? Grab Bobbie's Ax And Make Like Jack Nicholson In The Shinning? He Could See It. Smash, Crash, Bash: Heeeeeeere's Gardener!

But Who Can Foresee Such Things? None Of Us Can Predict The Final Outcomes Of Our Actions, And Few Of Us Even Try; Most Of Us Just Do What We Do To Prolong A Moment's Pleasure Or To Stop The Pain. And Even When We Act For The Noblest Reasons, The Last Link Of The Chain All Too Often Drips With Someone's Blood.

Only Library Books Speak With Such Wordless Eloquence Of The Power Good Stories Hold Over Us.

I Can Remember Being Home From School With Tonsillitis And Writing Stories In Bed To Pass The Time.

It's Strange How Pain Marks Our Faces, And Makes Us Look Like Family.