The Most Important Part Of My Religion

They Tied His Arms Behind His Back To Teach Him How To Swim, They Put Blood In His Coffee And Milk In His Gin.

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.

It's Depressing When You're Still Around And Your Albums Are Out Of Print.

Let's Do What You Fear Most That From Which You Recoil But Which Still Makes Your Eyes Moist