Mao Tse Tung Lives And His Name

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.

There Are Hundreds Of Millions Of Gun Owners In This Country, And Not One Of Them Will Have An Accident Today. The Only Misuse Of Guns Comes In Environments Where There Are Drugs, Alcohol, Bad Parents, And Undisciplined Children. Period.

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 Don't Care If It's Bruno Mars Or Aerosmith Or Zz Top... It's About Songs. 'paperback Writer,' 'satisfaction,' 'cat Scratch Fever,' 'walk This Way,' All The Killer Songs In The World Start With An Identifiable Guitar Pattern That Is Basically A Bastardization Of Either Honky-tonk Or Boogie-woogie. And That's In Every Cool Piece Of Music In The World That You And I Love.

I'm Such A Lucky Guy. I've Been Able To Make My Own Decisions For My Own Life For The Last Fifty Years...or Sixty ... Well Maybe Not Sixty. Even Though I Think I Was Making My Own Decisions At The Tender Age Of Eight.