I Would Have Sold My Wife And

It Is The Mind That Speaks A Woman's Heart, Not The Vaginal Walls.

Instead, I Quietly Excused Myself And Went To The Bar, To Commune With Spirits I Know How To Relate To.

The Nobility Of The Human Spirit Grows Harder For Me To Believe In. War, Zealotry, Greed, Malls, Narcissism. I See A Backhanded Nobility In Excessive, Impractical Outlays Of Cash Prompted By Nothing Loftier Than A Species Joining Hands And Saying “i Bet We Can Do This.” Yes, The Money Could Be Better Spent On Earth. But Would It? Since When Has Money Saved By Government Red-lining Been Spent On Education And Cancer Research? It Is Always Squandered. Let’s Squander Some On Mars. Let’s Go Out And Play.

The Broader The Topic, The Easier It Is, Not Only To Fill A Book, But To Set The Bar Pretty High For Really Great Stuff.

Normally I Object To Strangers Beaming Force Fields Into My Brain.