Accepting time as precious, all life dangles perilously as the object of a bank account bent on ever increasing its final bloated numbers.
Leaving future in the hands of dividers who base their opinions on deniers, guttural chastisers, guns, and flags is a damned fools errand.
Even knowing that we're all going to die, many vocals ignore that inevitability by plowing more deeply their
furrows expressly for pleasure.
Ronald C. Downie