The Leftist Drive For Control Is Insatiable.

When I Write, I Strain With Every Wizened Fibre Of My Weathered Frame To Analyze Every Possible Angle Of Any Given Subject.

A Lot Of People Expend Great Time And Effort Explaining Why They Don't Like Me, But None Of Them Ever Try To Explain Why Their Opinion Should Matter To Me. I Think Most Of Them Sense, But Would Never Be Brave Enough To Admit, Their Subordinate Role In The Food Chain Relative To Me.

I Write To Please Myself.

Show Me Pornography Which Promotes Violence Against Women, And I'll Buy It.

To Think That Humans Evolved From Lower Species But The Evolutionary Process Somehow Came To A Halt And We All Arrived At The Finish Line Simultaneously Is To Embrace A Fiction Possibly More Implausible Than Christianity.