Sanity’s a virginity of the mind

From space this Earth is incandescent with abominations - the gods write their signature in our entrails

Satire works in a bunch of specific ways, like a very precisely-geared bomb. It's a bit like something that looks harmless, and you swallow it, but once it's inside you it's too late, and it triggers, blowing up. And it's your specific inner beliefs and faulty arguments that trigger a satire bomb. If your arguments work, the bomb doesn't trigger, it doesn't need to.

The optimist sees the future as a rabbit sees the oncoming truck - getting bigger, not closer.

What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?

Hang up the phone on a vampire, the definition of carefree.

The most amusing thing about a pantomime horse is the necessity of having to shoot it twice.