The older I get, the more I consider acknowledgement, accountability and remorse the high marks of virtue.
I’m not into “moving on.” “Moving on” is not justice.
It doesn’t matter what the truth is, it’s who discredits whom.
Occasionally, the power of truth overcomes the inertia to suppress.
There is neither morality nor virtue, there is only appearance.
The thing to do, under advisement, is to look the other way and go along to get along.
Cowardice does not require a formal conspiracy to be effective.
When “we” do it it’s strategy, when “they” do it it’s treachery.
Most people beg to be told, as in “I was told,” because it assuages accountability.
Are treachery and deception normal? They’re certainly biological.
I’m not into goonsquad politics.
For most people and most groups acquiescence is obligatory, without which ostracization is mandatory.
Self-willed ambiguity and doubt oppose agenda control of idea exchange between individuals.
If you’re looking for an agenda clone, I’m not your guy.
Local application of values.
Petty power over principle.
I do not want Jeff Bezos philanthropy, I want Jeff Bezos taxed.
Another day, another couple of trips to the bathroom.
Nobody tops El Bardo.
Honest Abe, the rail splitter. Studied law by candlelight.
How many Nazis can dance on the head of a swastika?
The Iron Fist of Truth.
What joy! Now you can read “The Analects” in the vernacular!
Do we need enemies?
I was just following market forces.
My prole credentials are in order.
Why do the poor revere the rich?
A bunch of blue bloods.
Rich kids fucking around.
Trust fund anarchists.
Winnipeg, lose a dollar.
Dead deities make great endorsements.
A Bible in every belt.
Go to Mass. Receive Holy Eucharist.
I’ve had my fill of Jewish splinter groups.
Lightning bolts in amino acids works for me.
So what was it? Serendipity, Electromagnetism or God?
Everything you do or don’t do affects everybody around you.
It’s later than you think. Better late than never.
“Fourfold Aphorisms” of practical political analysis principles:
Birds of a feather flock together.
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.
Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.
What fun! Rate your blasphemy! Which of these “classic” one-liners is most blasphemous? In historical idiomatic order:
Doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.
Doesn’t have a pot to piss in.
Built like a brick shithouse.
Welders have hot rods.