George W. Bush bought the election – period. End of story. There is no argument. You can try to come up with any argument you can, but there is none.

I can’t sit back and swallow stuff. I live in a time and place, and in a country on earth where you’re not supposed to swallow it. People just gave up.

You can involve yourself in electronics, computers, puzzles… there’s a lot of creativity and brain working. There’s a lot to model trains that people don’t realize.

I read Popular Mechanics, Popular Science, Reader’s Digest… I read some responsible journalism, and from that, I form my own opinions. I also happen to be intelligent, and I question everything.

I don’t hurt or want for visibility, but people seem to forget pretty easily.

I parody myself every chance I get. I try to make fun of myself and let people know that I’m a human being, and these things that have happened to me are real. I’m not just some cartoon who exists and suddenly doesn’t exist.

I still have the desire to do the job of acting. It’s just a matter of whether I’ll be allowed to do the job of acting that remains to be seen. There are only so many brick walls that I’m willing to beat my head on.

I don’t have any friends and don’t have any intention of making any. People will stab you in the back, mistreat you, talk about me behind your back, steal from you. And they’re not really your friends. They’re only there because you’re a celebrity or because they want to get something from you.

I can see through almost any scam, especially one perpetrated by the federal government. I can see through it… they can’t pull the wool over my eyes, it’s absolutely freakin’ impossible to pull the wool over my eyes about the government.

George W. Bush bought the election – period. End of story. There is no argument. You can try to come up with any argument you can, but there is none.