I write to please myself.

Negative opinions about me don't faze me unless I respect the person giving the opinion, which is rare. And if it's someone I respect, I usually take heed of what they're saying. But if I don't respect them, which I usually don't, what's the point?

the fact that they stole their whole shtick from Woody Guthrie and the coal-mining bards. While the alternative nation meows about personal fashion angst, the Appalachian nation still sings about unemployment.

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

Hatespeak is usually more honest than lovespeak, and it's always better than doublespeak.

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

Governments throughout the English-speaking sphere are creating and then ratcheting the torque on "hate-speech" laws with frightening eagerness.