I Hate Charts. I Just Despise 'em.

I Don't Have An Ego That Makes Me Believe The World Revolves Around Me. I Am Not Self-absorbed.

You Know, I'm The Mayor Of Realville. I'm Mr. Literal. And I Never Saw The Benefit Of Complaining And Whining And Moaning. I Don't Complain And Whine And Moan Anyway, And I Don't Deal Well With People That Do. I Don't Know How To React To Complaining, Other Than Say, "oh, Gee, I'm Sorry." I Don't Know How To React To Whining And Moaning. It Kind Of Bothers Me. So I Don't Do It Myself. Lord Knows, I Got All Kinds Of Things. I Could Spend The Rest Of This Week Whining And Moaning If You Wanted Me To About Things. I Just Don't.

The Media Has Contempt For People That Voted For Trump. They Have No Desire To Understand Who They Are. They Already Think They Know. They Have No Desire To Drill Down And Find Out Why People Would Reject The Woman They Loved, Hillary Clinton.

There Are People That Tell You We Gotta Colonize Mars In The Next 50 Years If We're To Survive As A Human Race. It's Absolute Stupidity. All It Does Is Scare People - Particularly Young, Impressionable Minds Who Already Think There Isn't Gonna Be A Planet In 30 Years. Now They're Thinking, Since There Isn't Gonna Be A Planet, "if We Don't Get To Mars In 30 Years, I'm Gonna Die."

It's Not Uncommon For Young People To Expect Things. It's Part Of Growing Up.