Anyone Who's Ever Had The Misfortune Of

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.

It's Not Exactly Courageous To Be An Anti-racist These Days; A Hundred Years Ago, It Was.

My Hatred Is A Thousand Times More Powerful Than All Your Good Intentions.

Unlike The Vast Majority Of People, I've Been Locked In A Box Like An Animal And I've Also Been On The Receiving End Of Bloody Thrashings, So I Feel Uniquely Qualified To Judge Which Is Worse.

I Still Partially Suffer From The Delusion That If You Explain Things Logically And Systematically, Most People Will Abandon Their Emotional Prejudices And Respond To Logic. But I Don't Suffer From That Delusion As Wholeheartedly As I Did In The Past. So If There's A Fundamental Difference, It's That I've Accepted The Fact That Most Imbeciles Will Never 'get' Me And I Shouldn't Allow Myself To Get So Upset About It.