In A Perverse Way, It's

It's Very Odd To Observe Someone Else Taking Your Identity Into Their Own Hands And Getting It All Wrong. I Don't Think Most People Will Ever Get To Experience How Truly Weird It Is.

People Huddle Together In Doctrinaire Herds, And The Same Jackasses Who, Without The Slightest Risk, Now Scream Against Racism Are The Same Conformist Personality Types Who Would Have Carried Torches In Lynch Mobs A Century Ago.

There's A Reason The Third World Came In Third.

Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It Permeates Every Cell In My Body.

Unlike The Vast Majority Of People, I've Been Locked In A Box Like An Animal And I've Also Been On The Receiving End Of Bloody Thrashings, So I Feel Uniquely Qualified To Judge Which Is Worse.