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To Label Me An Intellectual Is A Misunderstanding Of What That Is.

I Am Always Shocked That There Are Still A Handful Of Defenders Of The Dubious Practice Of Abstinence, Surely The Worst Idea Since Chocolate-covered Ants.

When I Was A Kid In Nebraska, A Cantankerous Farmer, Known For Plinking With His '22 At Passing Cars In Which He Perceived Enemies, Ingeniously Rigged Up A Shotgun In His House, Trained On The Inside Of His Front Door So As To Widely Distribute Any Intruder.

Sloppy Language Leads To Sloppy Thought, And Sloppy Thought To Sloppy Legislation.

Being The Offspring Of English Teachers Is A Mixed Blessing. When The Film Star Says To You, On The Air, 'it Was A Perfect Script For She And I,' Inside Your Head You Hear, In The Sarcastic Voice Of Your Late Father, 'perfect For She, Eh? And Perfect For I, Also?'