Mao Tse Tung Lives And

I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of Human Poop.

My Love Is Like A Tire Iron.

I'd Like To Have James Brown As My Singer. I Already Have The Best Drummer, Tommy Clufetos. I've Jammed A Bunch With John Entwistle, And It Was Like A Musical Orgy. That Guy Is A Living, Breathing, Grunting Rhythm. For Horns, Let's Go With The Stax/volt Guys, And I'm Going To Have Steve Cropper On Standby Just In Case I Want A Rhythm Guitarist.

The Freedom-hating Gun-grabbers Do Not Care About Reducing Crime Or Saving Lives, Or They Wouldn't Be Fighting For More Gun-free Zones Where The Most Innocent Lives Are Always Slaughtered. Those Squawking The Loudest For Banning Guns From We The People Will Not Get Rid Of Their We-the-people Tax-dollar-paid Armed Security Guards.

You Have To Save The Habitat, You Have To Save The Population - Not Individual Animals. What You Want To Save Is The Foundation, The Basic Infrastructure From Which Resources Are Produced. You Can't Save Fifi And Boo-boo And Thumper.