We were into the Speedway. We'd take a train out to the Speedway where farmers had flatbed trucks with bleachers on them. They'd park in the infield and we'd sit on those. Our heroes weren't the drivers, they were the pit crews. That's because we were local, and we knew what was going on.

What the Gospels actually said was: don't kill anyone until you are absolutely sure they aren't well connected.

If I am ever put to death on the hook, expect a very human performance.

Doesn't anything socialistic make you want to throw up? Like great public schools, or health insurance for all?

People are lying all the time as to what a murderous nation we are. So let it be known. We're behaving abominably. It's like having a relative go absolutely nuts. Somebody has to say, "I think Uncle Charlie's off his rocker." We are behaving in a bizarre manner.

And I apologize to all of you who are the same age as my grandchildren. And many of you reading this are the same age as my grandchildren. They, like you, are being royally shafted and lied to by our Baby Boomer corporations and government.

Bad guys turned informer. Good guys didn't - no matter when, no matter what.