I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of

All My Songs Instinctively Erupted From My Guitar And Lyrical Visions Followed The Spirit Of The Music, Bot Image Wise And Rhythmical Cadence Wise. It Remains One Of Life's Greatest Joys To This Day.

Hunting Is The Last Perfect Thing.

My Life Is A Tsunami Of Inspirations. Number One Is That I Really Do Just Love My Bbq. I Mean It's The Sustenance Of Mankind. You Know, The Animal Rights Of People, If They Had Their Way, 99% Of The Human Race Would Parish Because We Sustain Ourselves With Dead Stuff On The Grill.

I Have Obviously Failed To Galvanize And Prod, If Not Shame Enough Americans To Be Ever Vigilant Not To Let A Chicago Communist Raised Communist Educated Communist Nurtured Subhuman Mongrel Like The Acorn Community Organizer Gangster Barack Hussein Obama To Weasel His Way Into The Top Office Of Authority In The United States Of America.

I Contribute To The Dead Of Winter And The Moans Of Silence, Blood Trails Are Music To My Ears … I'm A Gut Pile Addict … The Pig Didn't Know I Was There … It's My Kick … I Love Shafting Animals … It's Rock 'n' Roll Power.