I'm Trying To Be Confrontational And Direct.

The Only Difference Between Me And Others Is That They Think They Can Change Something With Cute Little Poems, Nice Cards Or Embracing Trees And Being Nice To Little Lapdogs.

I Wonder How Colin Powell Sleeps At Night. I Would Like To Have A Word With Him Because He Lied. He Lied. He Lied To Me. He Lied To My Face Through The Camera At The U.n.

While I Have No Empirical Evidence To Back This Up, I Bet That The Number Of Homosexual People Per Thousand Has Not Fluctuated All That Much Over The Centuries. I Do Not Believe The Dented Wisdom My Father Used To Extol, That Homosexuality Was A Sure Sign Of A Civilization In Decline.

The Month Of November Makes Me Feel That Life Is Passing More Quickly. In An Effort To Slow It Down, I Try To Fill The Hours More Meaningfully.

I Feel Like A Visitor That Got Left Behind By His Ride.