You truly need to witness me goo-gooing and coo-cooing and making up goofy little songs to glean a full appreciation of how nauseating I can be. This is another instance where things seemingly don't add up - how can this vile, hateful, violent, misogynist, racist, loathsome, repugnant, worthless, reprehensible subhuman be so insanely tender and kind to little doggies and kitty-cats?

As I view it, spending over two years in a cage is far worse than having your face pounded and dealing with a black eye for a week or two.

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

I believe "human sexuality" is one of the most ridiculous aspects of being a human, and here I was, facing publications whose prevailing editorial slant sought to portray our basic rutting instincts as something "ennobling" and "empowering," to depict women who were fundamentally whores and predominantly unstable as "sex workers" and "goddesses."

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

I've never had a meth habit, I don't walk around naked, and unless I'm actively provoked, I'm generally polite and well-spoken.

What's good and bad, sweet spirit, are in the eye of the beholder.