When I run out of things to do I write an itinerary: When all else fails fill sandbags to convert

Hell is other people Purgatory is other people’s money Heaven is money

There’s more than one way to move… So, I’m always beavering away At my dam that bends the river Far, far away from the foot of the…

It took the spies of Five Eyes to tell that Putin wasn’t bluffin’ But just ask the staff at Five Gu… and they’ll tell you Trump’s MacG… He longs for Daddy’s approval

Denial leaves a vacuum that is ever filled by wishful thinking

Marxism is a sadism with a simple formula: My happiness becomes real the moment yours is dematerialized

You’re not allowed to copy from your neighbor because you’re supposed to copy from your teacher

In the New Age everybody knows that everything happens for a reason but nobody knows the reason so, everybody pastes together

You don’t have to believe in God But if you don’t I believe you will hit a wall That wall is the limit of your thi… Since you will only be able to go

If you need to appear weak to access power you’ll end up weak-kneed and abuse your power

In my third marriage I went all in on being present in the moment When she left she said that being with me

If human beings are to survive it will be as cyborgs where AI does all the thinking and we supply all the feeling with the caveat that

God is equal parts Ardor and candor But we can’t get a handle on True love

It was only once I became Observant That I became Observant