Many have told me through the years: 'I think I'll take my chances without Jesus.' And I always come back and say, 'So what chance is that?'

I don't use any of the terminology like 'left wing' and 'right wing.' I use language like 'godly' and 'holiness.'

I guess the GOP may be more desperate than I thought to call somebody like me.

I have a God-given right to pursue happiness, and happiness to me is killing things, skinning them, plucking them, and then having a good meal. What makes me happy is going out and blowing a duck's head off.

My prayer was always: 'Lord, if You bless me, I'll thank You: but if You don't, I'll be thankful for what I have. I have plenty. I'm in good shape.'

I enjoy almost all of the game we kill. I only like to eat game that I have cleaned. I guess duck and dressing are still one of my favorites. We prefer fat green-winged teal or wood ducks for our dressing.

And we debate whether it's a - some woman's right to tear you out of there a piece at a time! C'mon! You have a God-given right to live. And of all places, inside your mother - what in the world happened to us?