When I Write, I Strain

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.

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?

One Day Scientists Will More Fully Understand The Chemistry And Neuro-circuitry That Differentiates Love From Lust. I Couldn't Begin To Explain The Mechanics, But I Know That They Feel Differently.

The Average Human's Fundamental Project Is To Find Someone Else To Blame For Their Problems.

I Believe That To Some Degree There Are Situational And Psychological Laws Of Cause-and-effect, But I Don't Believe There's Some Über-soul Who Doles Out "justice."