I Didn't See Much Besides Melbourne And

I Think My Sense Of Humor Is Jewish. I'm Smarter Than Most White People, Which Is Kind Of A Jewish Thing, Too.

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.

Negative Opinions About Me Don't Faze Me Unless I Respect The Person Giving The Opinion, Which Is Rare. And If It's Someone I Respect, I Usually Take Heed Of What They're Saying. But If I Don't Respect Them, Which I Usually Don't, What's The Point?

You Could Paper The Globe With Evidence That There Are Demonstrable Cognitive And Physical Disparities Between What Are Crudely Called Human "races." But You Could Fit All The Evidence Of Innate Equality On Your Pinkie Fingernail With Room To Spare.

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.