An Uninhibited, Chuck Berry Devotee But Experimented

I Indeed Do Respect All People For The Positives In Their Life. Sadly, There Comes A Time Of Diminishing Returns In The Balance. At The End Of The Day, My Respect Is Reserved For Those Solidly In The Asset Column Of Mankind.

If We Want Our Bodies To Be Healthier, We Need To Get Off The Salmonella, E-coli, Mad Cow, Assembly-line Toxic Hell Train! God I Love That Statement. What Did I Just Say?

I'm Stoned On My Music. I'm Intoxicated By My Joyful Calendar Between The Tours, And The Hunting, And The Charity Work, And The Family Time, And Just My Lifestyle Living On A Ranch In Texas And Back When I Lived On My Ranch In Michigan. It's The Epitome Of Individual Independence, Self-sufficiency, Hands-on, Earthly Celebration And We Tour Every Summer Like Complete Animals.

It Grabs Me, But Not As Much As It Grabs Some Of The Other People That Rave About Them. With The Black Keys, I'm Missing Crescendos With The Sax, Keyboard Or Guitar Solo. It Never Comes To Me. All My Favorite Music Is Rife With Crescendo And I'm Not Hearing Enough With Them. If You Can Get The Black Keys To Hear This, Tell Them I Offer My Crescendo Guitar Anytime They Desire It.

If Barack Obama Becomes The President In November Again, I Will Either Be Dead Or In Jail By This Time Next Year.