I voted for Ralph Nader in 2000, but I will not make that mistake again. The joke is over for Nader. He was funny once, but now he belongs to the dead.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Politics is the art of controlling your environment.

Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.

Good news is rare these days, and every glittering ounce of it should be cherished and hoarded and worshipped and fondled like a priceless diamond.

As far as I'm concerned, it's a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity.

All we have to do is get out and vote, while it's still legal, and we will wash those crooked warmongers out of the White House.