If America Is A Nation Of Laws

The Second Amendment Of Our Bill Of Rights Is My Concealed Weapons Permit, Period.

I Stop And Think What They Call "punk Rock" Today...give Me A Break! Let Me Know When They Can Walk In The Vapor Trail Of Little Richard, Which Was Punk. You've Got A Gay Black Guy With A Pompadour Singing About Tutti Frutti With Your White Girl. Fuck You.

Those Original, Black, Spirited, Defiant, Rebellious Musical Masters. Chuck Berry Was One Of The First Masters Of Les Paul's New Electric Guitar; He Pretty Much Laid Down The Gauntlet, And I Don't Think Anybody's Ever Beat Him Since. Way Before The British Invasion, I Was Tuned Into The Black Guys That Created The British Invasion. Without Howlin' Wolf, Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, Lightnin' Hopkins, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry And The Motown Hits, There Would Be No Beatles.

I Stand Humbled On Bended Knee But, Of Course, The Response To That Would Be 'duh!' And To Be Given That Incredible Honor Means That I Represent The Piss And Vinegar, The Energy, The Defiance, The Musicality Of The Funk Brothers And Motown And Mitch Ryder And Bob Seger, Brownsville Station And Grand Funk Railroad And Eminem And Jack White And Kid Rock - Are You Kidding Me?

Organized Religion Is Good For Wars, Battles, Pissin' And Moanin' And Not Much Else.