I Hate Being Wrong, But I Love

I Was The Green Monkey, The Pariah. And I Had No Friends. Not Just A Few Friends, Or One Good Friend, Or Grudging Acceptance By Other Misfits And Outcasts. I Was Alone. All Stinking Alone, Without Even An Imaginary Playmate.

It Is A Love/hate Relationship I Have With The Human Race. I Am An Elitist, And I Feel That My Responsibility Is To Drag The Human Race Along With Me, That I Will Never Pander To, Or Speak Down To, Or Play The Safe Game.

People Don't Die From The Old Diseases Any More. They Die From New Ones, But That's Progress, Isn't It? Isn't It?

I Hate Being Wrong, But I Love It When I'm Set Straight.

In My Ugly, Elitist Opinion We Are Not All Entitled To Voice Our Opinions, We Are Entitled To Pass Along Our Informed Opinions.