The World Is Turning Into A Cesspool

If You Let The Image Of The Messenger Get In The Way Of Whatever Message There May Be, However Large Or Small, That's Your Problem, Not His.

The More You Know, The More Unflinchingly You Deny Casual Beliefs And Accepted Wisdom When It Flies In The Face Of Reality, The More Carefully You Observe The World And Its People Around You, The Better Chance You Have Of Writing Something Meaningful And Well-crafted.

Writing Is The Hardest Work In The World. I Have Been A Bricklayer And A Truck Driver, And I Tell You – As If You Haven't Been Told A Million Times Already – That Writing Is Harder. Lonelier. And Nobler And More Enriching.

Uh, Excuse Me, Sir, I, Uh, Don't Known How To Uh, To Uh, Tell You This, But You Were Three Minutes Late. The Schedule Is A Little, Uh, Bit Off." He Grinned Sheepishly. "that's Ridiculous!" Murmured The Ticktockman Behind His Mask. "check Your Watch." And Then He Went Into His Office, Going Mrmee, Mrmee, Mrmee, Mrmee.

With The Internet, The Greatest Disseminator Of Bad Data And Bad Information The Universe Has Ever Known, It's Become Impossible To Trust Any News From Any Source At All, Because It's Filtered Through This Crazy Yenta Gossip Line. It's Impossible To Know Anything.