Jesus Was A Cross-dresser.

There Are Three Kinds Of People: Those Who Can Count, And Those Who Cannot.

How Can He Be Perfect? Everything He Ever Makes...dies.

Political Discourse Has Been Reduced To "where's The Beef?" "read My Lips," And "make My Day." Where Are The Assassins When We Really Need Them?

I Definitely Have A Gift For Language That Is Rhythmic And Attractive To The Ear, And I Have Interesting [verbal] Imagery Which I Guess Is A Poetic Touch.

Once The High Priests And The Traders Took Over, We Were Lost As A Species.