It was the product of a mind that was not merely twisted, but actually sprained.

That's the secret - to distract the senses. Have I told you my theory about them? I think that our sight, smell, taste, touch, hearing are all calibrated for the enjoyment of a perfect world. But since the world is imperfect, we must put blinders on the senses.

Patriotism. Combustible rubbish ready to the torch of any one ambitious to illuminate his name.

The people who were against the Vietnam War thought I was attacking the Army. The guys in the Army thought I was representing their experiences. I was on both sides, and I survived.

Written By Mort Walker

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