My Love Is Like A Tire Iron.

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.

The Heartbreak Of Runaway Corruption, Abuse Of Power And Indefensible Criminality By Our Government And Media Should, Must Inspire All Good We-the-people Americans To Wake The Hell Up From The Embarrassing Self-inflicted Curse Of Apathy And Start Demanding Constitutional Accountability From Our Elected Employees.

When You Spend As Much Time As I Do With Wounded Warriors And Their Families, And Terminally Ill Kids And Their Families, You Are Humbled And Powerfully Inspired By Their Courage And Positive Energy To Live Your Life To The Absolute Best You Can Everyday. It Will Wake You Up Really Fast To Never Stop Believing.

Those Original, Black, Spirited, Defiant, Rebellious Musical Masters. Chuck Berry Was One Of The First Masters Of Les Paul's New Electric Guitar; He Pretty Much Laid Down The Gauntlet, And I Don't Think Anybody's Ever Beat Him Since. Way Before The British Invasion, I Was Tuned Into The Black Guys That Created The British Invasion. Without Howlin' Wolf, Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, Lightnin' Hopkins, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry And The Motown Hits, There Would Be No Beatles.

If There Is One Thing I Am, It's Always Right.