A Package Deal

it’s ALL
a package deal,
every fuckin’ bit of it.



Don’t take no medals.



If they offer you a share, insist on a partnership, if they’ll give you a sergeant’s stripes, demand a general’s stars; if they’ll make you a priest, tell ‘em that being god is your minimum requirement.  (Then, if you’re still feeling frisky, you could tell ‘em you know who they really are.)



Last month I heard this one bush-oriented guy exclaim, “At least one good thing is, no one can make me as mad as I can.”



A Real Revolutionist
can think of stuff