The leftist drive for control is insatiable.

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

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?

I'm developing a mild rash at the idea of "plugging" anything, because it's not how I roll.

Most of those who spend their lives as critics secretly wish they'd be considered important enough for someone to bother criticizing them.

Mind you, I live in an area of Atlanta that is nearly 88% black. But in six days in and around Melbourne, I saw maybe three people of African origin and maybe one easily identifiable Australian aborigine.

It was simultaneously refreshing and a bit shocking to see how cavalierly most Aussies toss out slurs and insults about nonwhites.