Major Major Never Sees Anyone In His

Just For Once I'd Like To See All These Things Sort Of Straightened Out, With Each Person Getting Exactly What He Deserves. It Might Give Me Some Confidence In This Universe.

I'll Tell You What Justice Is. Justice Is A Knee In The Gut From The Floor On The Chin At Night Sneaky With A Knife Brought Up Down On The Magazine Of A Battleship Sandbagged Underhanded In The Dark Without A Word Of Warning

Man Was Matter, That Was Snowden's Secret. Drop Him Out A Window, And He'll Fall. Set Fire To Him And He'll Burn. Bury Him And He'll Rot, Like Other Kinds Of Garbage. The Spirit Gone, Man Is Garbage. That Was Snowden's Secret. Ripeness Was All.

How Much Reverence Can You Have For A Supreme Being Who Finds It Necessary To Include Such Phenomena As Phlegm And Tooth Decay In His Divine System Of Creation? What In The World Was Running Through That Warped, Evil, Scatological Mind Of His When He Robbed Old People Of The Power To Control Their Bowel Movements?

You Have Deep-seated Survival Anxieties. And You Don't Like Bigots, Bullies, Snobs Or Hypocrites. Subconsciously There Are Many People You Hate." "consciously, Sir, Consciously," Yossarian Corrected In An Effort To Help. "i Hate Them Consciously.