Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.

That is the problem with this rich and anguished generation. Somewhere a long time ago they fell in love with the idea that politicians- even the slickest and brightest presidential candidates- were real heroes and truly exciting people. That is wrong on its face. They are mainly dull people with corrupt instincts and criminal children.

You almost have to be a rock star to generate the kind of fever you need to survive in American politics.

Have an objective to give your bender a theme. For instance, stalking and killing a wild pig with a bowie knife.

Just sick enough to be totally confident

Richard Nixon looks like a flaming liberal today, compared to a golem like George Bush. Indeed. Where is Richard Nixon now that we finally need him?