She Was An Artist. She Held Opposites

It Is No Loss To Mankind When One Writer Decides To Call It A Day. When A Tree Falls In The Forest, Who Cares But The Monkeys?

If Trump Was Just A Piddly-ass Little Hotel Owner Some Place, Having The Kind Of Character And Manners That He Has, He Would Not Be Worth Our Notice. But Because He's Now Been Based To This Huge Stage, Then His Dimensions Become Immense. He's Not A Tragic Figure Because He Doesn't Have The Capacity To Be Tragic. But The Consequences Of His Life And His Self Now Are Immense; They're Threatening To The World And To The Sanctity Of Human Life.

For A Time After My Divorce Everything Began To Seem Profoundly Ironic To Me. I Found Myself Thinking Of Other Peoples' Worries As Sources Of Amusement And Private Derision Which I Thought About At Night To Make Myself Feel Better.

My Father Died In My Arms. That's Tumult. That's Everything Exploding.

There Are More People In America That Love Guns And Want Guns For Themselves And Everyone Else Than There Are Not. It Is Also True That Liberals Who Don't Want Guns Are Puny By And Large. They're Not Risking Anything, All They're Doing Is Saying They Don't Like Something. Liberals Are Quick To Say This Should Happen And This Should Not Happen, But They Don't Do Anything About It Much.