In answer to an FBF’s (Facebook Friend) question:
What is your current Philosophy of Life?
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You get this one life. Dance. Sing. Moon the cops.
Everything deserves to live (except, if they get in the house, spiders).
Always look 5 seconds into the future.
There is no such thing as race. There is no “us” or “them.” There is only “us.”
Some of “us” have four legs. Dog breeders who create small, tweaked “toy” dogs instead of big healthy fun-loving oafs are worse than Nazi Death Camp guards. But because it’s so common, nobody sees the horror.
Everybody is an idiot. Including you and me. Make allowances. But also, don’t worry about looking like an idiot.
Libraries are the axle of civilization. Librarians are warriors for all things good.
Sometimes it’s appropriate to say “Fuck!” — out loud and in public.
95 percent of the stuff in Toys R Us is heinous crap that turns your kids into crap-consuming robots. Ditto for McDonald’s.
If you get up close and really LOOK at the face of a live chicken, it will give you nightmares about what life was like in Fred Flintstone’s time.
The world will either be ruled by human beings, or it will be ruled by corporations. Oh, wait … too late. Fuck!
There is a deep, deep difference between Flash and Substance. Tattoos are Flash. And most of them look like shit.
Some things are exactly 180 degrees opposite of what you think they are: The gentle, loving Pope has really, throughout history, been a seething, death-worshiping, fascistic monster. The super-patriots in the Bush White House were, to a man, traitors to American ideals. TSA agents are not there to make you more safe, but to make you more scared and obedient. State lotteries are death traps for dreams.
No sane, intelligent person can “support the troops” 100 percent.
Feet look weird. But also cool.
Circumcision: Elective surgery. On a baby. On his DICK. Without permission. With zero regard for what it feels like to piss repeatedly on an open wound — for somebody whose brand new pain sensors probably work a LOT better than yours. For reasons of style. By your parents. Because they never bothered to think about it when someone told them it was the right thing to do.
Always choose the adventure. Your deepest regrets will be the things you didn’t do. (This does not mean you should blithely risk your life or health.)
Everything good is uphill. A fit body. A head full of knowledge. Well-behaved kids. A yard full of flowers. If it’s good, it’s hard.
That’s what she said.