I've Never Had A Meth

People Huddle Together In Doctrinaire Herds, And The Same Jackasses Who, Without The Slightest Risk, Now Scream Against Racism Are The Same Conformist Personality Types Who Would Have Carried Torches In Lynch Mobs A Century Ago.

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 Tend Not To Hang With 'the Crowd' Because I Believe That At Any Given Moment In History, The Crowd Is Only Standing Somewhere Because Some Lone, Brave Nutjob Broke Down The Walls For Them First.

If I’d Been Talking About Black Trash, I Might Be Lynched. If I Was Talking About White Trash, I’d Merely Be Another Torchbearer In An Ongoing National Lynching.

Whenever I Visit An Industrialized Nation That Isn't The United States, It Immediately Becomes Apparent How Much More Educated And Informed And Aware Of International Events Their Citizens Are Compared To Americans.