Freedom is a dance of all sorts.

How antisemitism really got hot.

I shed the skin of our stupidity.

I have my ship.

Love of Country.

Critics suddenly do a back flip, piss into the wind, and do a belly laugh, following by a loud fart, and a blue cloud.

I never wanted the longest horror show in history, where the caste is bored and spinning round by emptiness inspired yarns, waiting for the hand of God to write upon them, a poem, to set it right upon a stone, hard headed pounding sound, drilling into the unholy earth, pound after pound.