You know, honestly - look, I'm not a journalist. This is the first, you know, tragedy that I have covered on the air.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.

Everyone wants to feel loved, but when all you feel is alone it's tough to accomplish anything else.

I haven't seen a half-monkey, half person yet.

I have no problem if you want to be a socialist. But for those people who are in the middle, you know, I don't know if you're really welcome in the Democratic Party, and I don't even know who the Republican Party is anymore. I have absolutely no idea.

What we don't have a right to is healthcare, housing, or handouts. We don't have those rights.

America's religion, this is it, gang. This is all you need to know: There is a God. He is going to judge us. We should be good to each other, because daddy is going to be pissed in the end if we're not. That's it. That's called a big principle.