If You're Not Upsetting Idiots, You Might

James Brown's Live At The Apollo Is Not Just A Musical Whiplash, It's A Spiritual Cleansing. You Can Just Close Your Eyes And See Him Doing The Splits, Kicking The Mic Stand And Doing A 360.

I'm Healthy, Have A Loving And Adorable Family, Great Hunting Dogs, A Gravity Defying Musical Career And Most Importantly, Fuzzy-headed Idiots Hate Me.

How Many More Times Are We Going To Cower Under Tables And Chairs, Whimpering Like Mindless Dogs, Thinking That Someone Else Has The Responsibility To Save And Protect Us?

You Mean To Say That When An Imbecile Walks Into A Church, Office, Day Care Center, Or School, Stumbling About, Almost Zombie-like, With Gun-filled Hands At His Side, Blabbering Incoherently To His Next Victim, The Reaction Of Grown Men And Women Is To Run, Cry, Whimper, And Hide Under A Desk Or Pew? The Sheeping Of America Is Nearly Complete.

I Don't Pay To Have My Dirty Work Done For Me. I Do It Myself.