My hatred is a thousand times more powerful than all your good intentions.

A lot of people expend great time and effort explaining why they don't like me, but none of them ever try to explain why their opinion should matter to me. I think most of them sense, but would never be brave enough to admit, their subordinate role in the food chain relative to me.

People can be so heartless and dirty.

I've realized there are far more efficient and devastating methods of disturbing people than merely sloshing around in the pigpen with obvious, profane, scatological, flat-brained, grade-school offensiveness.

I'll argue anyone into the dust when it comes to facts.

Homosexuality is genetically hardwired but race and gender are only ideas. OK. Just trying to keep up.

In contrast to how my father treated me, I won't hit him, I won't call him evil, I'll give him affection, and I'll pay attention to him.