There's No National Glue Holding Us Together

In Social Matters, Pointless Conventions Are Not Merely The Bee Sting Of Etiquette, But The Snake Bite Of Moral Order.

True Nostalgia Is An Ephemeral Composition Of Disjointed Memories.

Because The Theater Lost A Barrymore Every Time A Southerner Decided Not To Go On The Stage, Just About Anything That Comes Out Of A Southern Mouth Is Bound To Be A Ringing Line.

Time Has Lost All Meaning In That Nightmare Alley Of The Western World Known As The American Mind. We Wallow In Nostalgia But Manage To Get It All Wrong. True Nostalgia Is An Ephemeral Composition Of Disjointed Memories... But American-style Nostalgia Is About As Ephemeral As Copyrighted D?j? Vu.

To Me, Elitism Means A Love Of Excellence And Superiority, But America Has Declared War On Both And Developed A Sick Love Of The Lowest Common Denominator To Make Sure No-one Becomes Too Fine For Our Touted Democracy. We Are Almost At The Point Of Regarding Every Virtue As Elitist.