It is possible to have a pretty good life and career being a leech and a parasite in the media world, gadding about from TV studio to TV studio, writing inconsequential pieces and having a good time.

Hope is a flatterer but the most upright of all parasites for she frequents the poor man's hut as well as the palace of his superior.

It seems the most logical thing in the world to believe that the natural resources of the Earth upon which the race depends for food clothing and shelter should be owned collectively by the race instead of being the private property of a few social parasites.

Creation destroys as it goes throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death multiply itself million upon million rear up city upon city save every parasite alive until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.