Where Are The Snowdens Of Yesteryear?

The Problem With The Loneliness I Suffer Is That The Company Of Others Has Never Been A Cure For It.

It Is The Anonymous "they," The Enigmatic "they" Who Are In Charge. Who Is "they"? I Don't Know. Nobody Knows. Not Even "they" Themselves.

Mankind Is Resilient: The Atrocities That Horrified Us A Week Ago Become Acceptable Tomorrow.

It Made Him Proud That 29 Months In The Service Had Not Blunted His Genius For Ineptitude.

Now You've Given Them Hope, And They're Unhappy. So The Blame Is All Yours.