I saw a huge steam roller, It blotted out the sun. The people all lay down, lay down; They did not try to run. My love and I, we looked amazed Upon the gory mystery. "Lie down, lie down!" the people cried. "The great machine is history!" My love and I, we ran away, The engine did not find us. We ran up to a mountain top, Left history far behind us. Perhaps we should have stayed and died, But somehow we don't think so. We went to see where history'd been, And my, the dead did stink so.
Kurt VonnegutThe highest possible form of treason is to say that Americans arenโt loved wherever they go, whatever they do.
Kurt VonnegutSome persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines.
Kurt Vonnegut