Few Things Are More Laughably Pitiable Than

I Always Said That In A Country Where A Legislature, Its Sessions Limited By Statute, Could Alter Reality By Turning Back The Clock (i Actually Saw This Done, Once, With A Long Pole Pushing On The Hour Hand), Any Travesty Was Possible. I See Nothing Lately To Prove Me Wrong.

Victim Disarmament Types Are Sick, Sick People, Who'd Rather See A Woman Raped In An Alley And Strangled With Her Own Pantyhose Than See Her With A Gun In Her Hand.

If I Were Osama, And The United States Government Were Actually Looking For Me, I'd Be Clean-shaven By Now, Crewcutted, Wearing Jeans And A Zz Top T-shirt, And Living In A Nice Little House In Lincoln, Nebraska.

Like The Government, Corporations Must Be Bound With The Chains Of The Constitution, And Especially Of The Bill Of Rights.

Forget 'redeeming Social Value,' Dirty Pictures Are Fun. When I Die I Want My Ashes Sprinkled Over A Nudist Camp.