When boasting ends, there dignity begins.
Remember my mantra: distinct... or extinct.
Warfare is a series of tragedies enjoined by logistics.
The era of 'anything goes' is gone for ever.
The essence of strategy is choosing what not to do.
The media simply does not understand Econ 101.
Every side of a coin has another side.
Government will no longer be run on the whims of individuals.
For good nurture and education implant good constitutions.
Even to observe neutrality you must have a strong government.
The recipe for perpetual ignorance is: Be satisfied with your opinions and content with your knowledge.
As people do a task, they improve at it.
In short, humans are programmed to get bored.
Decide what you stand for. And then stand for it all the time.
I'm instinctively cautious because I'm an academic.
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