When I tell children that they are far too dependent on their gizmos, they do not deny it. But they really don't care. This is their real life - texting about trivial things; listening to numbing music on their private headphones. The machines block everything out - you create your own little trivial world.

The Internet has become a hate-filled town square with no limits put on destructive verbal behavior.

My father firmly embraced the Ralph Kramden philosophy: he was king of his Levittown castle. He worked hard, and his family deferred to his wishes. Except me. I did not defer and was disciplined accordingly.

Money has not changed me. I am living proof. I'm worse than I was, all right, when I was poor. I don't care about money. Money - you can't buy me. And I don't care about it.

There's a very secret plan. And it's a plan that nobody's going to tell you, 'Well, we want to diminish Christian philosophy in the U.S.A. because we want X, Y, and Z.' They'll never ever say that. But I'm kind of surprised they went after Christmas because it's such an emotional issue.

It's not a traditional America anymore.

Right now in Oregon anybody can open a saloon, and hire people to come in and have sex in front of their patrons.