When I Write, I Strain With Every

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

When I See Two Women Kissing, My Only Physical Reaction Is A Strong Desire To Vomit In Both Of Their Mouths.

I Still Partially Suffer From The Delusion That If You Explain Things Logically And Systematically, Most People Will Abandon Their Emotional Prejudices And Respond To Logic. But I Don't Suffer From That Delusion As Wholeheartedly As I Did In The Past. So If There's A Fundamental Difference, It's That I've Accepted The Fact That Most Imbeciles Will Never 'get' Me And I Shouldn't Allow Myself To Get So Upset About It.

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.

A Primary Flaw In My Psychology Is That I'll Give People A Hundred Yards' Worth Of Rope With Which To Hang Themselves, But Once They Reach That Hundred-yard Line, I Strangle Them To Death With It.