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

Everybody I hang with - the ranchers, the farmers, the cops, the teachers, the plumbers, everybody I hang with - they've got an alarm clock. They get up, they put their heart and their soul into being the very best that they can be. They want to be an asset to their families and their neighborhood. They want to be productive members of society.

My worst song is stimulating beyond words. My best songs are downright scary.

Name me a society that doesn't love barbeque. It doesn't exist. Mankind is barbeque celebration.

Nobody is going to invest a fortune into good orchard land, all the farming equipment necessary, the fertilizer, the seedlings, the nonstop Herculean work effort needed to grow apples, then bring them to the fruit stand for people to take home for free.

If you want less of something, tax it. If you want more of something, don't tax it or reduce the tax burden.

Like all other law-abiding Americans, I fully support legal immigration.