
Ah, Paris!
Sitting under the maple trees
In the gardens of the Tuileries,
A bird shat on my hand.
And when I did not move,
Again on my jacket.
In Paris, even the birds do not suffer fools gladly.
“I wish this crap around my waist would go into my boobs.”
–Anonymous
Posted in National
These are the causes of violence:
Wealth without work
Pleasure without conscience
Knowledge without character
Commerce without morality
Science without humanity
Worship without sacrifice
Politics without principles
Rights without responsibility (added by his grandson)
–Ghandi