Clean Up Your Own Mess.

The Indian Danced On Alone. The Crowd Clapped Up The Beat. The Indian Danced With A Chair. The Crowd Went Crazy. The Band Faded. The Crowd Cheered. The Indian Held Up His Hands For Silence As If To Make A Speech. Looking At The Band And Then The Crowd, The Indian Said, "well, What're You Waiting For? Let's Dance.

Play Fair. Don't Hit People. Say You're Sorry When You Hurt Somebody.

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.

Remember The Little Seed In The Styrofoam Cup. The Roots Go Down And The Plant Goes Up And Nobody Really Knows How Or Why, But We Are All Like That.

Children Are Sent To School To Be Civilized, To Learn To Be Part Of The Social Enterprise.