I have undeniable evidence that many have awakened as a result of my raising hell. Raising hell is SO American rock-and-roll. And of course even soulless wimps love killer music and my incredible guitar tone.

My life is a tsunami of inspirations. Number one is that I really do just love my BBQ. I mean it's the sustenance of mankind. You know, the animal rights of people, if they had their way, 99% of the human race would parish because we sustain ourselves with dead stuff on the grill.

I'm an extremist? I don't think so. I think people that call me an extremist are extremely brain dead and soulless.

If America is a nation of laws as we proclaim, then our immigration laws are part of the package.

As long as we continue to fight in between the jamming with all we have to save America from the current suicidal deathwish of the corrupt, criminal punks intentionally destroying the last best place.

The preponderance of South Africa is a different breed of man. I mean that with no disrespect. I say that with great respect. I love them because I'm one of them. They are still people of the earth, but they are different. They still put bones in their noses, they still walk around naked, they wipe their butts with their hands. And when I kill an antelope for 'em, their preference is the gut pile.

When we learn from our cause and effect we increase our positives, we chip away and hopefully eliminate our negatives, so we can be beneficial to everyone else. It's not about being good for me, it's about being the best that I can be so I can be a good husband, father, and neighbor.