La Guerre, La Guerre, Everything

When You Die, You Know, You Hear The Insistent Pounding That Defines All Things, Whether Of Matter Or Energy, Since There Is Nothing In The Universe, Really, But Proportion.

To Be Mad Is To Feel With Excruciating Intensity The Sadness And Joy Of A Time Which Has Not Arrived Or Has Already Been.

We Should Have Absolute Control Over Our Borders. If We Want Cheap Labor To Depress Wages And Disempower The Unions, Then We Could Have Guest Workers. But We Have To Face That Issue. What Is It That We Want To Do? Rather Than Not Facing It, And Having Porous Borders, And The Effect Is That It Disempowers The Unions.

A Good River Is Nature's Life Work In Song.

Give The Money Directly To People Who Work Hard. Instead Of Taking The Money From The Business And Then Filtering It Through The Horror Of Government Programs, Which Is Essentially Giving It To Social Workers Who Live In Bethesda So They Can Drive Their Minivans And Vote Democratic. Give Them The Money, So That They Go And Talk To The Worker Who Is Washing Dishes, And They Say, "well, We Want To Help You, You See." And It Would Be Better To Help Them By Taking The Money From That Minivan-driving Social Worker And Giving It Directly To The Guy Who Is Really Working Hard By Washing Dishes.