After All, We Fought The Yanks In

We Have Doomed The Wolf Not For What It Is, But For What We Deliberately And Mistakenly Perceive It To Be –the Mythologized Epitome Of A Savage Ruthless Killer – Which Is, In Reality, No More Than A Reflected Image Of Ourself.

On My 70th Birthday, I Was Asked How I Felt About Mankind's Prospects. This Is My Reply: We Are Behaving Like Yeasts In A Brewer's Vat, Multiplying Mindlessly While Greedily Consuming The Substance Of A Finite World. If We Continue To Imitate The Yeasts, We Will Perish As They Perish, Having Exhausted Our Resources And Poisoned Ourselves In The Lethal Brew Of Our Own Wastes. Unlike The Yeasts, We Have A Choice. What Will It Be?

Whenever And Wherever Men Have Engaged In The Mindless Slaughter Of Animals (including Other Men), They Have Often Attempted To Justify Their Acts By Attributing The Most Vicious Or Revolting Qualities To Those They Would Destory; And The Less Reason There Is For The Slaughter, The Greater The Campaign For Vilification.

I Never Let The Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth!

The Wolf Never Kills For Fun, Which Is Probably One Of The Main Differences Distinguishing Him From Man.