I Like To Be In My Pajamas

The Slave Trade Was Globalism. Why People Insist That Globalism, After Its Hideous History, Is A Good Thing, I Do Not Know.

I Can't Get Upset About 'offensive To Women' Or 'offensive To Blacks' Or 'offensive To Native Americans' Or 'offensive To Jews' ... Offend! I Can't Get Worked Up About It. Offend!

I Like Melancholy. I Like To Pretend That I'm Alone In The World And I'm Just Sort Of Abandoned.

Once You Cease To Be A Master, Once You Throw Off Your Master's Yoke, You Are No Longer Human Rubbish, You Are A Human Being, And All The Things That Adds Up To. So, Too, With The Slaves. Once They Are No Longer Slaves, Once They Are Free, They Are No Longer Noble And Exalted; They Are Just Human Beings.

So Much History, If You Or I Were To Write It, Could Seem A Fiction. These Separations, These Lines That Tell Us This Is Fiction Or Non-fiction, That This Is History Or This Is A Novel, Are Often Useless.