One Of The Greatest Pleasures I Get

The Leftist Drive For Control Is Insatiable.

I Think That Any Time A Person Comes Face-to-face With Their Own Mortality - Close Enough To Death That They Can Smell Its Breath - They Have A Choice: 1) Fall To Pieces; 2) Reassemble Yourself And Keep Walking.

Anyone Who's Ever Had The Misfortune Of Seeing Me Interact With House Pets Knows I Have A Wickedly Strong Paternal Instinct Bordering On The Maternal.

I'm Still An Obsessive Personality, And I Still Think I'm Right, And I Still Believe My Literary Balls Hang Far Lower Than Nearly Anyone Else's Alive.

I Didn't See Much Besides Melbourne And A Quick Trip Down To The Twelve Apostles, But All The Aussies I Encountered Were Good-spirited And Had A Fine Sense Of Humor.