There's a reason the Third World came in third.

I write to please myself.

The idea of "karma" reeks of primitive religious superstition, so I don't place a lot of stock in it.

"Liberating" is a gay word, so let's phrase it this way: I know everything about me and still manage to be good friends with myself, so nothing anyone says that's truthful about me ever bothers me.

I'm more muscular than I was in my younger days. My biceps and shoulders, especially.

People huddle together in doctrinaire herds, and the same jackasses who, without the slightest risk, now scream against racism are the same conformist personality types who would have carried torches in lynch mobs a century ago.

When I see two women kissing, my only physical reaction is a strong desire to vomit in both of their mouths.