Why me? Not that I mind

Every town has them. Those people who, while perfectly nice, seem to be just a little disconnected from reality. Or maybe connected to it on a deeper level than the rest of us. This town perhaps has a slightly greater share of them.

And they evidently recognize something in me, because they all like to come up and talk to me.

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Those things are scary as hell

Sometimes I think the two most sadistic sets of bastards in all of human history are the people who designed medieval instruments of torture and the people who design women’s accessories.

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Sometimes I Like Ike

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities. It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals. It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement. We pay for a single fighter with a half-million bushels of wheat. We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people. . . . This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.”

— Dwight D. Eisenhower, 4/16/1953

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