No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

One of the advantages of being dead, I guess, is that somebody else can edit all this.

Ah, that we lack the courage of our romantic convictions; and thereby miss the wine of life, forgoing the very thing that makes living worthwhile.

Richard Nixon was a criminally insane Monster - Bill Clinton is a black-hearted Swine of a friend.

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

In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upward mobile.

Quacks are a part of our culture, and we all fall prey to them. Who among us can say, for sure, that even our own personal physicians are honest and competent?