The sheriff jabbed his thumb at his chest. "I run this shebang. Been doing so for forty-six years. You think you can come in here and preach lawing to me?

They took this three-second sound bite and ran with it to try to smear me.

Let me ask you something, Rocky, man to man. I think she's the fuck of the century, what do you think?

They did not walk in altogether speckless Sunday pumps, or much clear-starched into consciousness of the moral sublime; but in rugged practical boots, and by such roads as there were.