The very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common: they don’t alter their views to fit the facts; they alter the facts to fit their views.

There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend,someone scrawled on the wall 'I smell the blood of les tricoteuses' Who wrote up scandals in other bars I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up.Some make you sing and some make you scream,One makes you wish that you'd never been see