In Contrast To How My Father Treated

Negative Opinions About Me Don't Faze Me Unless I Respect The Person Giving The Opinion, Which Is Rare. And If It's Someone I Respect, I Usually Take Heed Of What They're Saying. But If I Don't Respect Them, Which I Usually Don't, What's The Point?

I Don't Think It's Entirely Paranoid To Suspect That One Day, You Won't Be Able To So Much As Question The Primary Tenets Of Anti-racism Without Going To Jail.

I've Never Had A Meth Habit, I Don't Walk Around Naked, And Unless I'm Actively Provoked, I'm Generally Polite And Well-spoken.

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 Was Simultaneously Refreshing And A Bit Shocking To See How Cavalierly Most Aussies Toss Out Slurs And Insults About Nonwhites.