You fearful little creatures might be able to avoid the discomfort of being truthful, but you’ll not dodge the pains of lying.

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.

Give a Mexican a weed eater and he'll cut your lawn. Give a Negro a ball and he'll become a millionaire. Give a Christian a cargo plane and the bastard will load it down with weapons of mass destruction and go sell them to terrorists.

It’s a dangerous world and I have survived for 72 years by listening to what people are not saying.

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.

I have a serious problem that keeps me on the wrong side of politicians and the people who can look past their self-serving ways and concentrate on their noble deeds. I judge others and myself on what we could be instead of what we are. On what the world could be instead of what it is.