In Such Ugly Times, The Only True

So Good To Be Alive When The Eulogies Are Read.

The Only Way To Cuba Is With The Cia.

Beneath The Greatest Love Lies A Hurricane Of Hate.

One Legged Veterans Will Greet The Dawn, And They're Whistling Marches As They Mow The Lawn, And The Gargoyles On Sit And Grieve.

Does Defending Liberalism Leave You Friendless And Perhaps Wondering About Your Breath?