Name me, if you can, a better feeling than the one you get when you've half a bottle of Chivas in the bag with a gram of coke up your nose and a teenage lovely pulling off her tube top in the next seat over while you're doing a hundred miles an hour in a suburban side street.

Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.

Maybe a vague president and an incompetent and somewhat corrupt administration is what the nation needs.

Walt is dead. And, after a couple of hours at Epcot, you'll wish you were, too.

People who are wise, good, smart, skillful, or hardworking don't need politics, they have jobs.

The French are sawed-off sissies who eat snails and slugs and cheese that smells like people's feet. Utter cowards who force their own children to drink wine, they gibber like baboons even when you try to speak to them in their own wimpy language.

When politics are used to allocate resources, the resources all end up being allocated to politics.