“Whadda ya mean I don’t believe in God? I talk to him every day,” could be interpreted many ways…

Basically you were nothing in the Metal world until you’d played the Hammy Odeon.

He stripped black music completely of dangerous, jungle rhythms and Negro hyper-sexuality while leaving all those pleasing melodies in place…

Some would argue that Ronald Reagan’s death on June 5, 2004 was the day the air seemed that much fresher…

I defy anyone to name something that this man could do to change himself for the worse.

For some reason, the only sports books I can read are on baseball…

Too cowardly to speak for himself, he used other prominent figures to spread lies, gossip, and hateful prose to a gullible public.

The Dark Gospel According To Matt Cale

Within five minutes of this festering sore of a movie, I knew it would be the worst experience at a theater all year.

Oh yeah.