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.

The leftist drive for control is insatiable.

Plenty of people have bad divorces, but few of them end up with cancer, imprisonment, and public scorn. In the dark, rolling, treacherous wake of that sunken ship, the last thing I sought was a "relationship" or, heaven forbid, marriage.

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

It's very odd to observe someone else taking your identity into their own hands and getting it all wrong. I don't think most people will ever get to experience how truly weird it is.

If anything, I've probably tended more toward humor in my writing and veered more toward pleasure in my personal life.

When you're indiscriminate in allowing people to post, the loudest and emptiest voices invariably drown out everyone else.