Mao Tse Tung lives and his name is Barack Hussein Obama. This country should be ashamed. I wanna throw up.

While I now own more guns than the 82nd Airborne, my first gun is still the most important gun I've ever owned.

I'm a lucky, lucky man. I mean, the people I surround myself with are so inspiration. They're so motivational and they're so dynamic and positive. You really can't stop that positive force when everything and everyone around you is so positive.

My haters are laughable punks, my supporters the greatest people that ever lived.

Those that are goofy enough to believe the outrageous lies and hate spewed about me in the mind-numb media are inconsequential and pathetic. Those that know me are certain of my goodness and connect with me deeply.

Animals have rights, to be smothered with garlic and butter!

Jesse Jackson and Al Not-So-Sharpton would be lisping their ebonic mumbo-jumbo that the policy and the president are racist and bigoted.