I go to dance clubs...about once a year just to justify the other 364 days I spend in my apartment going 'God, what idiots!'

Speaking of Satan, I was watching Rush Limbaugh the other day.

I don't care if you're obscene, filthy, horrendous -- as long as you're honest.

Nonsmokers--this is for you and you only. Ready? Nonsmokers die every day. Sleep tight.

All day long you see those commercials: 'Here's Your Brain, Just Say No'...and the next commercial is: 'This Bud's For You.'

I used to drink, I did, I had to quit. Man, I was an embarrassing drunk. I'd get pulled over by the cops, I'd be so drunk I'd be out dancing to their lights thinking I'd made it to another club.

...I just want to be free of the fears and anxieties and the superstitions of religion. An 'avenging GOD'? One who created Hell for those who don't believe? I thought we were the perfect and holy children of GOD? How could any limits possibly be put upon us? Hell.. really? I'm sorry, but... no. Wrong. You're wrong. That's an insane GOD and therefore not mine. Because, see, GOD would be very sane, don't you get it?