Without God, there’s no structure, no order. With no one at the wheel, we hit the rocks, it’s chaos.
He’s a bloody preacher, for Christ’s sake. He’s a preacher, all right? You know, his job is to… is to, uh… To tell you the truth, I don’t… I don’t know exactly what his job is, but I know it’s not walking around, just casting judgement.
When you hear the battle cry, I want y’all to race forward and try real hard not to get your p**ises shot off.
This guy. He screwed us. Carlos. We lost everything ’cause of him. Took two years to track him down. Now I have. Now I found him. All that’s left to do is go over there and get him, tie him to a table, cut his freakin’ balls off, and over and over, stab him in the face with a screwdriver.
Sometimes doing what’s right for you and just you, no cause, no religion, no man, it ain’t selfish at all. Sometimes it’s just righteous.