Slaying sacred cows makes great steaks.
I love iconoclasts. I love individuals. I love people that are true to themselves, whatever the cost.
Sacred cows make the best hamburger.
Rough work, iconoclasm, – but the only way to get at truth.
The iconoclast proves enough when he proves by his blasphemy that this or that idol is defectively convincing – that at least one visitor to the shrine is left full of doubts. The liberation of the human mind has been best furthered by gay fellows who heaved dead cats into sanctuaries and then went roistering […]