So that's how it all started.

I said, Because Saddam Hussein compared me to an unparalleled serpent.

And so I happened to have a snake pin.

For the perverse is an abomination to Yahweh, but his friendship is with the upright.

A man shall be commended according to his wisdom, but he who has a warped mind shall be despised.

For the froward is abomination to the LORD but his secret is with the righteous.

A man shall be commended according to his wisdom but he that is of a perverse heart shall be despised.

One who has a perverse heart doesn't find prosperity, and one who has a deceitful tongue falls into trouble.

Thorns and snares are in the path of the wicked whoever guards his soul stays from them.

He that hath a froward heart findeth no good and he that hath a perverse tongue falleth into mischief.

Thorns and snares are in the way of the froward he that doth keep his soul shall be far from them.

And so all of a sudden, a poem appeared in the papers in Baghdad comparing me to many things, but among them an unparalleled serpent.

AM ... ice skating gait. There isn't all this sort of snake way of walking.

Those babies who make it through this ordeal will one day come of age and face their oppressors, and possibly those who rewrite the truth according to their own twisted sense of morality.

Jesus answered, Faithless and perverse generation! How long will I be with you? How long will I bear with you? Bring him here to me.

Then Jesus answered and said, O faithless and perverse generation, how long shall I be with you? how long shall I suffer you? bring him hither to me.

Make believe democracy and elections were part of a diversionary tactic that perpetuated Puerto Rico's colonial status, served the interests of the colonial power and destroyed Puerto Rican society.

And, as I said, the way the shape twists the directional along which way the shape is twisting as it moves over this curved surface is what the elementary particles are, themselves.

If this was a group of beekeepers, you would have everyone from the card carrying NRA member who's, you know, live free or die, to the, you know, the self expressed quirky San Francisco backyard pig farmer.

Any man who would frame the four death sentences he had received (one signed by Khrushchev, another by Yuri Andropov, the Soviet ambassador in Budapest in 1956) and hang them in his drawing room has the sort of quirky humor I relish.