We Men Are Wretched Things.

Remember That Postcard Grandpa Sent Us From Florida Of That Alligator Biting That Woman's Bottom? That's Right, We All Thought It Was Hilarious. But, It Turns Out We Were Wrong. That Alligator Was Sexually Harassing That Woman.

For They Imagined As They Wished--that It Was A Wild Shot,/ An Unintended Killing--fools, Not To Comprehend/ They Were Already In The Grip Of Death./ But Glaring Under His Brows Odysseus Answered: 'you Yellow Dogs, You Thought I'd Never Make It/ Home From The Land Of Troy. You Took My House To Plunder,/ Twisted My Maids To Serve Your Beds. You Dared/ Bid For My Wife While I Was Still Alive./ Contempt Was All You Had For The Gods Who Rule Wide Heaven,/ Contempt For What Men Say Of You Hereafter./ Your Last Hour Has Come. You Die In Blood.

Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how Quick In Temper, And In Judgement Weak.

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.

Suffering Is But Another Name For The Teaching Of Experience, Which Is The Parent Of Instruction And The Schoolmaster Of Life.