The whole framework of the presidency is getting out of hand. It’s come to the point where you almost can’t run unless you can cause people to salivate and whip on each other with big sticks. You almost have to be a rock star to get the kind of fever you need to survive in American politics.
I had a soft spot in my heart for Ronald Regan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth, and also because his wife gave the best head in Hollywood.
The difference between the student radicals and the Hell’s Angels is that the students are rebelling against the past, while the Angels are fighting the future. Their only common ground is their disdain for the present, or the status quo.
Why did she have to happen? Just when I was doing so good without her.
The point is valid: the difference between survival and wipe-out in a physical crisis is nearly always a matter of conditioned reflexes.
I’m not trying to send you out “on the road” in search of Valhalla, but merely pointing out that it is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it. There is more to it than that – no one HAS to do something he doesn’t want to do for the rest of his life.
Every now and then you have to get away from that ugly Old Politics trip, or it will drive you to kicking the walls and hurling AR3′s into the fireplace.
In a nervous society where a man’s image is frequently more important than his reality, the only people who can afford to advertise their drug menus are those with nothing to lose.
Chicago – this vicious, stinking zoo, this mean-grinning, Mace-smelling boneyard of a city; an elegant rockpile monument to everything cruel and stupid and corrupt in the human spirit.
Justice is not cheap in this country, and people who insist on it are usually either desperate or possessed by some private determination bordering on monomania.
At the Tourist Bureau they talk about the cooling trade winds that caress the shores of Puerto Rico every day and night of the year – but Nelson Otto was a man the trade winds never seemed to touch.
America... just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.
Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn’t got one.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
I keep my mouth shut now. I’ve turned into a professional coward.
Every GOP administration since 1952 has let the Military-Industrial Complex loot the Treasury and plunge the nation into debt on the excuse of a wartime economic emergency.
You won’t find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.
The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.
I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
I am a generous man, by nature, and far more trusting than I should be. Indeed. The real world is risky territory for people with generosity of spirit. Beware.