I have certain rules I live by. My first rule: I don’t believe anything the government tells me. [...] I look at war a little bit differently. To me, war is a lot of prick-waving! OK? Simple thing. That’s all it is. War is a whole lot of men standing out on a field waving their pricks at one another. Men are insecure about the size of their dikks, and so they have to kill one another over the idea. That’s what all that a$$hole jock bullshyt is all about. That’s what all that adolescent, macho, male posturing and strutting in bars and locker rooms is all about. It’s called “dikk fear!” Men are terrified that their pricks are inadequate and so they have to compete with one another, to feel better about themselves, and since war is the ultimate competition, basically, men are killing each other in order to improve their self-esteem! You don’t have to be a historian or a political scientist to see the bigger-dikk foreign policy at work. It sounds like this: “What, they have bigger dikks? Bomb them!” And of course, the bombs and the rockets and the bullets are all shaped like dikks. It’s a subconscious need to project the penis into other people’s affairs. It’s called “fukking with people!”