Unholy Minion Day

There’s only one possession worthy of working up a sweat over.

The Revolutionist, knowing the number of areas which the People are bound to protect, can keep them properly distracted and off balance by periodically threatening to attack the past.

All famous people should be shot, axed, or stretched to the breaking point.

In one City I observed an unusual celebration called “Unholy Minion Day” wherein each person held a mirror up to their face while bowing deeply to the person next to them, and greasily pronouncing, “I presume you, too, are human and may yet err…thank you, thank you so much, thank you so much…”

One busy day I announced that, “after you die, everyone’s the same,” but then thought, “So what!  It’s already that way most places.”

Anyone who would learn from their mistakes is a bloody coward.

J.