Life is either A whole lotta nothing Or a whole lotta love Nothing could be easier than love Then again

It’s not that we are past The point of no return But that we the people Have invested our life savings In scorn for our neighbor

My social medi– a persona is the mime who just won’t shut up

But if Francis Fukuyama is wrong I don’t want to be right

Breathe in not out

We rent an apartment so my wife told me that technicall… I am the interim king of my own ca…

Liberalism deepened by religion Religion widened by liberalism Until the body and soul politic Is so deep That it swallows our fears

In life We all have brushes with death Leaving wounds That either become scars Or beauty marks

My matchmaker couldn’t find me any… but she suggested I go to the bing… and focus on the woman who played the most cards per game

Zionism is the hill I will die on To be buried in the ground From which the world to come Is about to burst forth

All ideas that stood the test of t… Are outdated ideas because They failed to meet our search cri… There’s no time like the present

No one ever told the truth but not a one of us were liars because we always spoke exclusivel… in the future tense

Domination is feudal But resistance seems futile And lo, we canoodle With the large standard poodle We all know as boodle

“A voice called out in the wildern… Clearing the way of the Lord Straightening a road in the desert For our God” Listen closely–

But surely, you’ve noticed by now That all progress is incremental Across increments of time Because all progress is time-bound And the unfolding of time