I don’t believe in any god or gods.  Perish the thought, poppets!  Let us be more intelligent and critical than to assume on the measly words of peasant people that a deity exists.  Prove it.  Show it.  Learn it.  Feel it.  What analysis have you begotten that tells such a thing?  Or did you blindly accept it as so many others have?

I don’t believe in third chances.  Once bitten, twice shy, three times and you’re out.

I don’t believe in political correctness.  Go fuck yourself if you think otherwise.  What I say is my business and no one has the legal right to stop me, no matter the circumstances.  If I want to say fagot or nigger or hoe or stupid asshole or whatever, guess what?  I can say it and you can piss off if you don’t like it.  It’s called freedom of speech.

I don’t believe in people.  I’m a consummate cynic and have fully comprehended that no one is to be trusted save the moi living in my skin.  Otherwise, all people are looking out for number one and trying to find a way to screw you.  Some can be trusted more than others; none can be trusted fully.

I don’t believe people are worth saving.  Like any other herd, we need our numbers thinned to a great degree.  And it needs to happen with clarity only nature can provide.  Come on global warming, avian flu, or whatever!

I don’t believe Mars will be larger than life as it supposedly passes closer to Earth this month than at any other time, that it will somehow appear larger than the moon.  Yawn.  That has been the lie perpetuated since 2003 when the red planet actually came historically closer to us than we’ve ever known.  But did it loom larger in the sky than our own lunar counterpart?  Not!  And neither will it do so this year, nor any year before or after.

I don’t believe people see what they think they see.  I can levitate birds, but do you think anyone notices or cares?  Hardly.  I practice this gift day in and day out sans one little acknowledgment of my ability.  People are inherently blind.

I don’t believe our species appreciates the circumstances handed to them, whether foul or friendly.  Too often we lament what is wanted rather than what is at hand.  As Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy once said: “Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?”