Everywhere my sons and I go, we're telling people the good news about Jesus, blowing duck calls, and making people, happy, happy- then down the road we go.

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 never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person.

It was hard to love my wife and kids because I was all wrapped up in loving only myself. I did what I wanted, when I wanted, without any real concern for them.

Women with whiskers... its a bummer.

I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once. Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I'm with the blacks, because we're white trash. We're going across the field.... They're singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, I tell you what: These doggone white people - not a word!... Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues.

The Singapore judicial system's shameful recourse to using torture - in the form of caning - to punish crimes that should be misdemeanors is indicative of a blatant disregard for international human rights standards, one of the defendants said that sentencing day was the darkest day of his life, but in reality every day that Singapore keeps caning on its books is a dark day for the country's international reputation.