People Can Be So Heartless And Dirty.

One Of The Greatest Pleasures I Get From My Measly Professional Career Is Confusing People. "wait - He Beats Women And Seems Like A Nazi, But He Has Impeccable Grammar And Keen Reasoning Skills And Sings Country Music And Can, From Time To Time, Say Or Do Something Really Funny?" It Absolutely Doesn't Compute For Them. I Enjoy That Immensely.

My Hatred Is A Thousand Times More Powerful Than All Your Good Intentions.

You Truly Need To Witness Me Goo-gooing And Coo-cooing And Making Up Goofy Little Songs To Glean A Full Appreciation Of How Nauseating I Can Be. This Is Another Instance Where Things Seemingly Don't Add Up - How Can This Vile, Hateful, Violent, Misogynist, Racist, Loathsome, Repugnant, Worthless, Reprehensible Subhuman Be So Insanely Tender And Kind To Little Doggies And Kitty-cats?

Plenty Of People Have Bad Divorces, But Few Of Them End Up With Cancer, Imprisonment, And Public Scorn. In The Dark, Rolling, Treacherous Wake Of That Sunken Ship, The Last Thing I Sought Was A "relationship" Or, Heaven Forbid, Marriage.

A Manhattan Lawyer Who Describes Himself As "america`s Leading Expert On The Militia Movement" Writes That He Hugged His Three-year-old Kid The Night Of The Oklahoma City Bombing. He Told Junior That It Happened "because They Hated Too Much" For Now, Let`s Accept The Premise That One Hundred Sixty-eight Humans Died In Oklahoma City Because People "hated Too Much" Now Answer These Questions If You Would Be So Kind: Did A Federal Sniper Shoot Vicki Weaver In The Face Because He Hated Too Much? Did Our Government Conduct The Tuskegee With Syphilis On Black Soldiers Because It Hated Too Much?