Thoughts of Belligerence
Q. What do the angels up above think?
A. Don’t walk around beneath me or I’ll blow my brains out.
Q. What do last year’s politicians think?
A. I’m drinking Jack Daniels straight, in a hotel, with a measly twenty bucks slipped into my G. My lips are sore but you gotta whore it if you want the good life.
Q. What does the latest episode of Star Trek think?
A. Back in the old days translators were human and aliens wore a lot of makeup. Nowadays aliens walk around and look like everybody else. An ejector seat on the main bridge would be good.
Q. What do needy psychologists think?
A. In every business, every day, humans need intrigue, and when it’s thrust upon them, they milk it until it dries up or they’re thrown in jail.
Q. What does next week’s televangelist think?
A. Perhaps I should start work on my own religion. That will set everyone straight: the preacher who converts everyone with practical common sense and evocative predictions for the future. If only I knew anything, I’d make it become a reality. Touring around foreign countries with a certain ex-US president, reaping in the cash. That’s what religion is all about anyway, isn’t it?
Q. What does a teenage sex-starved ghost enthusiast think about?
A. If a woman has sex with a ghost and the ghost jizzes everywhere, what happens to the jizz?
Q. What does my gut parasite think?
A. I like the booze, I like it. Make me drunk, drunker than a sandpit.