Archive for February, 2012

Love, your name is loyalty.

Loyalty sits on the edge of the bed when no one comes to call.

Traitors stab you with their tips; the loyal smack you on the lips.

Loyalties no need trophies.

Loyalty loses nothing by fearing to attempt.

Loyalty kisses fragility on both cheeks.

Loyalty is always gushing behind her lover’s back.

Loyalty can hold hands for sixty years without tiring.

Love is always loyal and whatever is not loyal is not love.

Royalty loves loyalty.

Loyalty is the soul of kin.

Loyalty has no mean and hungry look.

A civilized man abandons his car and finds the use of his feet again.

An overage of chromey bling; it’s for sure American.

The invention of the wheel was progress — until the invention of gasoline.

The modern car is a mobile bar.

A world of gas-powered cars may end the world.

Sheet metal is chiton for humans.

You are what you won’t drive.

Cars are clothes.

Slow bodies want fast cars.

A flashing, blurring, narrowing field — speed thrills us just before it kills.

Touring is a tight suspension, a turbo charger and a turning road.

One we nix; alcohol, oil and gas don’t mix.

A navigation system is a back-seat driver minus the attitude.

 

Politicians are like drunks; it takes a few brews for them to start feeling normal.

A vote is a rifle, Twitter a sidewinder missile.

Jealousy is the energy drink of ambition.

Politicians of a feather vote together.

If you aren’t happy with who you are, run for public office.

I fear politicians, especially when they come bearing rebates.

When large weapons are present, peacemakers are absent.

To become the one is to become the many.

Good politicians win elections and lose enemies.

To master the art of politics you must learn to take credit for what other people have done.

The cure for transparency is political office.

The first job of the politician is to protect the public — from politicians.

Evil leaders love power; good leaders love the powerless.

Tragedy is for those who feel; comedy is for those who think; politics is for those who don’t.

Politic is not political.

Political leadership is dangerous to followership.

What you must do to win an election generally disqualifies you from being elected.

When a political campaign reduces a candidate to smiles, handshakes, slogans and promises then that is what they are.

Man is a vicious elected animal.

Politics is public brawl, in suit and tie, on hill, in hall.

 


 

Gentleness with others thrives in the very places we shelter our own weaknesses.

Acceptance slides the handcuffed a key.

To love someone to health is to love yourself.

Acceptance shines in the eyes lit by the heart.

As all can see, I am what you will let me be.

What I do not accept I murder and leave lying in a pool of judgment.

Acceptance at last, debrides us of the wounded past.

The house of acceptance is the home of the condemned.

The blamed have a unique opportunity — to stop blaming.

I am not safe with you if you do not love yourself.

The judged learn not to judge.

Your safety lies within my love of myself.

The condemned have an opportunity; they can make a sharp turn toward perfection.