A world ought to have a few genuine good guys, and not just a spectrum of people running from bad to worse.

The people come from everywhere, from five hundred miles, to find their fortunes. By fortune is an ugly, two-faced goddess. When you have lived with her handiwork for half a generation, you hardly notice anymore. You forget that this is not the way life has to be. You cease to marvel at just how much evil man con conjure by existing.

Where there is no waste, there is no want.

Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.

More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way.

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right.......all the subjective illusions. All the eternal trigger words. We are minions of the villan of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance.

Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.