I feel rebellious again. What matters is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight - it's the size of the fight in the dog. I don't want to spend the rest of my days running around chasing your shadow. When I hear men boast about how passionate they are, I think of the two cleaning ladies at the second-story window watching a man coming back from a party where there was lots of free beer. He runs in and out of buildings looking for a toilet.
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. I hope their next shit is a porcupine. People should listen to old music one day a year. The other 364 days they should listen to new music. They haven't got the courage to face what is going on now.