Kinkade's paintings are worthless schmaltz and the lamestream media that love him are wrong. However I'd love to see a museum mount a small show of Kinkade's work. I would like the art world and the wider world to argue about him in public out in the open.

Artistic qualities that once seemed undeniable don't seem so now. Sometimes these fluctuations are only fickleness of taste momentary glitches in an artist's work or an artist getting ahead of his audience (it took me ten years to catch up to Albert Oehlen). Other times however these problems mean there's something wrong with the art.

The New York art world readily proves people wrong. Just when folks say that things stink and flibbertigibbet critics wish the worst on us all because we're not pure enough good omens appear.

To engage with art we have to be willing to be wrong venture outside our psychic comfort zones suspend disbelief and remember that art explores and alters consciousness simultaneously.

Politics is the art of looking for trouble finding it everywhere diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.

To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.

Good satire comes from anger. It comes from a sense of injustice that there are wrongs in the world that need to be fixed. And what better place to get that well of venom and outrage boiling than a newsroom because you're on the front lines.

I have a right to my anger and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be that it's not nice to be and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.

As far as having peace within myself the one way I can do that is forgiving the people who have done wrong to me. It causes more stress to build up anger. Peace is more productive.

There's nothing wrong with anger provided you use it constructively.