I'll Argue Anyone Into The

I Think That Any Time A Person Comes Face-to-face With Their Own Mortality - Close Enough To Death That They Can Smell Its Breath - They Have A Choice: 1) Fall To Pieces; 2) Reassemble Yourself And Keep Walking.

I Don't Believe That Human Ethnic Groups Are Equal, And I Believe That's Fairly Easy To Prove.

You Truly Need To Witness Me Goo-gooing And Coo-cooing And Making Up Goofy Little Songs To Glean A Full Appreciation Of How Nauseating I Can Be. This Is Another Instance Where Things Seemingly Don't Add Up - How Can This Vile, Hateful, Violent, Misogynist, Racist, Loathsome, Repugnant, Worthless, Reprehensible Subhuman Be So Insanely Tender And Kind To Little Doggies And Kitty-cats?

I'm More Muscular Than I Was In My Younger Days. My Biceps And Shoulders, Especially.

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