You Never Know When The Devil Might

We're Under Some Gross Misconception That We're A Good Species, Going Somewhere Important, And That At The Last Minute We'll Correct Our Errors And God Will Smile On Us. It's Delusion.

It Is In Our Nature To Travel Into Our Past, Hoping Thereby To Illuminate The Darkness That Bedevils The Present.

After All, We Fought The Yanks In 1812 And Kicked Them The Hell Out Of Our Country - But Not With Blanks.

We Have Doomed The Wolf Not For What It Is, But For What We Deliberately And Mistakenly Perceive It To Be –the Mythologized Epitome Of A Savage Ruthless Killer – Which Is, In Reality, No More Than A Reflected Image Of Ourself.

I Write Better In Cape Breton... Too Many People Around In Ontario. Down There I Meet All Sorts Of Non-human People, But They Don't Bother Me, And I Don't Feel I Have To Apologize On Behalf Of My Species Quite So Often.