Assassins and presidents invite the same basic question: Just who do you think you are?

When I think about my relationship with America, I feel like a battered wife: Yeah, he knocks me around a lot, but boy, he sure can dance.

I'm a big fan of editing and keeping only the interesting bits in.

While I gave up God a long time ago, I never shook the habit of wanting to believe in something. So I replaced my creed of everlasting life with life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Assassins and presidents invite the same basic question: Just who do you think you are?

Not that I want the current president killed. I will, for the record and for the FBI agent assigned to read this and make sure I mean no harm, clearly state that while I am obsessed with death, I am against it.

My audience is going to die before I do.