Where Are The Snowdens Of Yesteryear?

It's A Wise Person, I Guess, Who Knows He's Dumb, And An Honest Person Who Knows He's A Liar. And It's A Dumb Person, I Guess, Whose Convinced He's Wise...-bob Slocum

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

Well Then I'd Certainly Be A Damned Fool To Feel Any Other Way, Wouldn't I?

Someone Had To Do Something Sometime. Every Victim Was A Culprit, Every Culprit A Victim, And Somebody Had To Stand Up Sometime To Try To Break The Lousy Chain Of Inherited Habit That Was Imperiling Them All.

There Was Only One Catch And That Was Catch22, Which Specified That A Concern For One's Safety In The Face Of Dangers That Were Real And Immediate Was The Process Of A Rational Mind. Orr Was Crazy And Could Be Grounded. All He Had To Do Was Ask, And As Soon As He Did, He Would No Longer Be Crazy And Would Have To Fly More Missions. Orr Would Be Crazy To Fly More Missions And Sane If He Didn't, But If He Was Sane He Had To Fly Them. If He Flew Them He Was Crazy And Didn't Have To; But If He Didn't Want To He Was Sane And Had To.