We need to look for water. Water, water, water, water.

I know I look like a piece of sausage to those lions. A sausage with braids.

Moral of the story: try to get things right, figure out what's going wrong with the scenario, and don't give up.

So do you want a turd sandwich or a turd sandwich with mustard. I'd go with the mustard, but still, it's a turd sandwich.

Over the years, Americans in particular have been all too willing to squander their hard-earned independence and freedom for the illusion of feeling safe under someone else's authority. The concept of self-sufficiency has been undermined in value over a scant few generations. The vast majority of the population seems to look down their noses upon self-reliance as some quaint dusty relic, entertained only by the hyperparanoid or those hopelessly incapable of fitting into mainstream society.

If I don't have s*** in my pocket now, you'll have s*** in your pants later.

It's a recipe for disaster.