There Is No Finer Sonic-producing

I Contribute To The Dead Of Winter And The Moans Of Silence, Blood Trails Are Music To My Ears … I'm A Gut Pile Addict … The Pig Didn't Know I Was There … It's My Kick … I Love Shafting Animals … It's Rock 'n' Roll Power.

I Never Thought Too Highly Of Anyone Foolish Enough To Take On The Nickname Of A Life-destroying Dope Product And Promote Such Family-destroying Conduct On Stage.

The Hunting Season Is Sacred. It's Been Sacred In My Life Since Birth. I've Never Missed A Hunting Season In 64 Years. It's My Calling, It's What I Am, It's How I Was Designed, It's What Inspires, Fascinates, Satisfies, And Drives My Quality Of Life. And I Know That It Brings Me Such Joy, And It Does Such A Critical And Essential Performance For Nature And For The Environment, That I Am Dedicated And Have Been For Over 40 Years To Promoting And Celebrating That. I Never Defend It. I Always Promote And Celebrate It.

The Heartbreak Of Runaway Corruption, Abuse Of Power And Indefensible Criminality By Our Government And Media Should, Must Inspire All Good We-the-people Americans To Wake The Hell Up From The Embarrassing Curse Of Apathy And Start Demanding Constitutional Accountability From Our Elected Employees. How Radically Non-sheep Of Me.

I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of Human Poop.