The dead walk among us.

After all we'd been through, we still couldn't take our heads from out of our asses or our hands from around each other's throats.

The bottom line is I'm a slow zombie guy - I'm always a slow zombie guy but I also know I'm in the minority.

Can you ever “solve” poverty? Can you ever “solve” crime? Can you ever “solve” disease, unemployment, war, or any other societal herpes? Hell no.

They were viewed very much like castles, I suppose: as crumbling, obsolete relics, with no real modern function other than as tourist attractions. But when the skies darkened and the nation called, both reawoke to the meaning of their existence. One shielded our bodies, the other, our souls.

You assume things, like whatever country has more firepower wins the wars, and that's actually not true at all.

Secrecy is a vacuum and nothing fills a vacuum like paranoid speculation.