Peace, Peace, Peace. Peace Is Organized.

Racist People, Interestingly, Are Never As Polite As Smokers. Have You Noticed That? Smokers Always Go, "do You Mind If I Smoke? Oh, You Do? Okay, I'll Go Outside And Have A Cigarette."

I Try To Just Talk About Human Stories And What I Think About Religion Or Teapots Or Whatever.

There's A Thing About Trying Too Hard, Which I Think Is In All Forms, Which Is If You Really Try To Do Things Really Well, You Can Get To A Less Good Place Than If You Just Let Go And Let It Fly. Especially In Creativity.

But With Dogs, We Do Have "bad Dog." Bad Dog Exists. "bad Dog! Bad Dog! Stole A Biscuit, Bad Dog!" The Dog Is Saying, "who Are You To Judge Me? You Human Beings Who’ve Had Genocide, War Against People Of Different Creeds, Colors, Religions, And I Stole A Biscuit?! Is That A Crime? People Of The World!" "well, If You Put It That Way, I Think You’ve Got A Point. Have Another Biscuit, Sorry.

This Is Your Captain Speaking. Welcome Aboard Flight...one, From...here To There. We'll Be Cruising At A Height Of Ten Feet, Going Up To Twelve And A Half Feet If We See Anything Big. And Our Copilot Today Is A Flask Of Coffee.