In My Ugly, Elitist Opinion We Are

I Can't Picture In My Mind Three Hundred And Sixty Thousand Dollars... When I Think Of It, All I Can See In My Mind Is A Big Nickel.

My Philosophy Of Life Is That The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing But Debasement, Frustration And Ignoble Deaths; That There Is Security In Personal Strength; That You Can Fight City Hall And Win; That Any Action Is Better Than No Action, Even If It's The Wrong Action; That You Never Reach Glory Or Self-fulfillment Unless You're Willing To Risk Everything, Dare Anything, Put Yourself Dead On The Line Every Time; And That Once One Becomes Strong Or Rich Or Potent Or Powerful It Is The Responsibility Of The Strong To Help The Weak Become Strong.

I Have No Mouth. And I Must Scream.

Thus, From Admiration Of One Wise And Innocent Child, And From A Misheard Remark, The Process That Not Even Aristotle Could Codify Was Triggered. Where Do You Get Your Ideas? I Purposely Mishear Things.

The Ability To Dream Is All I Have To Give. That Is My Responsibility; That Is My Burden. And Even I Grow Tired.