From Men Motivated By Moral Certitude, History

I Could Not Write About A Subject Sacred To Me Because I Would Be Too Flippant. Fortunately, There Are No Subjects Sacred To Me.

History Was A Trash Bag Of Random Coincidences Torn Open In A Wind. Surely, Watt With His Steam Engine, Faraday With His Electric Motor, And Edison With His Incandescent Light Bulb Did Not Have It As Their Goal To Contribute To A Fuel Shortage Some Day That Would Place Their Countries At The Mercy Of Arab Oil.

If God Was Dead, How Could I Feel This Bad?

I'll Tell You What Justice Is. Justice Is A Knee In The Gut From The Floor On The Chin At Night Sneaky With A Knife Brought Up Down On The Magazine Of A Battleship Sandbagged Underhanded In The Dark Without A Word Of Warning

Some Men Are Born Mediocre, Some Men Achieve Mediocrity, And Some Men Have Mediocrity Thrust Upon Them. With Major Major It Had Been All Three. Even Among Men Lacking All Distinction He Inevitably Stood Out As A Man Lacking More Distinction Than All The Rest, And People Who Met Him Were Always Impressed By How Unimpressive He Was.