A lot of these Jesus women are neglected. They're red hot, and God bless them, they're some of the kinkiest beavers on the planet.

Even though the media has dubbed me America's most controversial writer, occasionally my words find an open mind and I end up with a new friend, and at least on that day, I win.

Homo sapiens! Yuck! You contemporary fools laugh at religious and political lies spewed by sociopaths, lies that tether you forever to poverty and mediocrity. Yet, when your ears come upon the truth, the facts of life, you hide your faces and cry, not able to look at your own creations and destiny. You rush off to what isn't instead of what is. I'm glad I haven't yet evolved and embrace your ways. Signed, Homo Erectus.

What else can these bankers and their puppets do, people? If you stand around whining and shitting on your heels day and night like damn sheep, these people you’ve turned into gods and given power over your lives are forced to believe you showed up to be sheared.

Humans are surely the most frightened creatures on earth. We cry out, 'Give us someone to worship, anyone, even a ghost will do.'

I have no problem with killing humans for money and for fun, but I do so in my name, not God's. I do so for me, not so-called Christian countries like the U.S. and U.K. that's overflowing with stinking cowards who preach peace on earth while dining on the kill.