Clean Up Your Own Mess.

Sometimes, When Asked The What-do-you-do Question, It Occurs To Me To Say That I Work For The Government. I Have A Government Job, Essential To National Security. I Am A Citizen. Like The Supreme Court Judges, My Job Is For Life, And The Well-being Of My Country Depends On Me. It Seems Fair To Think That I Should Be Held Accountable For My Record In The Same Way I Expect Accountability From Those Who Seek Elected Office. I Would Like To Be Able To Say That I Can Stand On My Record And Am Proud Of It.

I Get Tired Of Hearing It's A Crummy World And That People Are No Damned Good. What Kind Of Talk Is That? I Know A Place In Payette, Idaho, Where A Cook And A Waitress And A Manager Put Everything They've Got Into Laying A Chicken-fried Steak On You.

The Gift Was Not Large As Money Goes, And My Need Was Not Great, But The Spirit Of The Gift Is Beyond Price And Leaves Me Blessed And In Debt.

If Only The Scientific Experts Could Come Up With Something To Get It Out Of Our Minds. One Cup Of Fixit Fizzle That Will Lift The Dirt From Our Lives, Soften Our Hardness, Protect Our Inner Parts, Improve Our Processing, Reduce Our Yellowing And Wrinkling, Improve Our Natural Color, And Make Us Sweet And Good.

To Insist On One's Place In The Scheme Of Things And To Live Up To That Place.to Empower Others In Their Reaching For Some Place In The Scheme Of Things.to Do These Things Is To Make Fairy Tales Come True.