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Jesse Jackson And Al Not-so-sharpton Would Be Lisping Their Ebonic Mumbo-jumbo That The Policy And The President Are Racist And Bigoted.

Sometimes Too Much Tolerance Can Kill You. If You Are Tolerant Of People Poisoning Themselves To Death They Will Drag You Down. They Will Ruin Your Life By Being Intentional Obstacles To Your Dreams.

There Is No Finer Sonic-producing Weapon For A Guitar Slayer Than A Hand Crafter Gibson Masterpiece.

The Preponderance Of South Africa Is A Different Breed Of Man. I Mean That With No Disrespect. I Say That With Great Respect. I Love Them Because I'm One Of Them. They Are Still People Of The Earth, But They Are Different. They Still Put Bones In Their Noses, They Still Walk Around Naked, They Wipe Their Butts With Their Hands. And When I Kill An Antelope For 'em, Their Preference Is The Gut Pile.

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.