I Certainly Didn't Emerge From

One Of The Greatest Pleasures I Get From My Measly Professional Career Is Confusing People. "wait - He Beats Women And Seems Like A Nazi, But He Has Impeccable Grammar And Keen Reasoning Skills And Sings Country Music And Can, From Time To Time, Say Or Do Something Really Funny?" It Absolutely Doesn't Compute For Them. I Enjoy That Immensely.

I Think That 99% Of The Snipers Who Take Shots At Me From Electronic Foxholes Also Realize They Could Never Withstand The Sort Of Public Disparagement, Nor The Revelation Of So Many Personal Details, That I've Endured For Years And Still Remain As Impenitent, Obnoxious, And Ready To Argue All Critics Into The Dirt As I Am. I Think This Also Jacks Up Their Hatred Level, Because They Realize They'd Never Be So Strong-willed.

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.

I Can't Tell You How Many Times People - Through The Anonymity And Safety Of The Internet, Of Course - Have Told Me 'you Beat Women' As If It Was An Ongoing, Daily Thing. The Only Person Ever Brave Enough To Say It To My Face Quickly Surrendered His Courage When I Said, 'would You Like To Step Outside And See If I Can Beat Men, Too?'

One Of The Greatest Pleasures I Get From My Measly Professional Career Is Confusing People.