Even The Most Malignant Gods Would Not

I Never Deviated From My Grim Determination To Someday Have All The Money I Needed And Wanted.

Man Was The Outlaw, The Rebel, The Distorted Shape That Scarred The Earth, The Voice That Silenced The Music Of Eden, The Hand That Raised Up Obscenities And Blasphemies. Man Was The Pariah-dog, The Moral Leper In This Translucent Mirror Of Heaven. He Was The Muddier Of Crystal Waters, The Despoiler Of Forests, The Murderer Of The Innocent, The Challenger Against God. He Was The Assassin Of The Saints And The Prophets, For They Spoke Of What He Would Not Hear, In The Darkness Of His Spirit!

The Budget Should Be Balanced, The Treasury Should Be Refilled, Public Debt Should Be Reduced, The Arrogance Of Officialdom Should Be Tempered And Controlled, And The Assistance To Foreign Lands Should Be Curtailed Lest Rome Become Bankrupt. People Must Again Learn To Work, Instead Of Living On Public Assistance.

I Am The Skeptic Of Skeptics.

The World Is A Penal Institution.