Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

The Victorians, They Were Like The Germans In World War Ii. They Could Not Stop Recording Details About Their Lives And Their Age.

Life Doesn't Retreat.

It Occurs To Me That Our Survival May Depend Upon Our Talking To One Another.

All Of Our Lives Are Governed By A Certain Degree Of Faith In Bullshit.

The Powerful Have Received Their Share Of The World's Attention Even When Their Power Has Been Shown As Sheer Evil. The Victim's Remain The Faceless Masses. Numbers. Mass Graves. These Monsters Have Fertilized Our Century With The Mass Graves Of Their Victims And It Is Time That The Powerless Had Names And Faces -- And Voices.