One reaches a point  when the temptation to spit on one's hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

Psychopathic men of all men, are the ones you never turn your back on.

There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by a blowtorch.

               Does Christmas annoy you Frosty?

Peter Putrid is not quite a human being—but then, who is?

Technological progress is like an ax in the hands of a pathological criminal.