I have taken an oath in my heart to oppose communism until the day I die.

But it is not that easy, is it? I seek a lasting relationship, something permanent in a world of change, in which all is transitory, ephemeral, and full of pain.

The Twist was a guided missile, launched from the ghetto into the very heart of suburbia. The Twist succeeded, as politics, religion, and law could never do, in writing in the heart and soul what the Supreme Court could only write on the books.

Everybody changes, not just me.

Pig power in America was infuriating, but pig power in the communist framework was awesome and unaccountable.

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.