The new mixtape from my boy Izzard down in LA.  I’m working on the video for “Do It Too Big” now, the whole tapes about to blow up

This means that if you’re an Indiana resident and a police officer busts down your door, says, “I don’t have a warrant,” kicks his feet up on your Lay-Z-Boy and starts watching Hannity, you have NO RIGHT to remove him from your home.  As they say in golf, “Play the ball where it lies.”  Now, they’re saying in Indiana law, “Play the officer where he lies down but actually if you touch him, we’ll throw your ass in jail.”  In case you’re thinking, “Sam, that sounds reasonable. The right place to contest unlawful entry is in the courts, not right there on the spot, where violence can erupt,” you’re either a member of the Indiana “justice” system or a fucking idiot who, by some freak occurrence of nature, managed to not be appointed an Indiana judge.  The right to be the highest authority in your own home dates officially way back to 1215, when the Magna Carta proclaimed that each man’s home is his castle.  Really, though, it dates back even farther, when we humans grew aware of the fact that we are humans and of all of the rights that such an existence entails.  The United States formed in opposition to a government that mistook these rights for privileges that it granted its citizens.  Now, our own government is beginning to make that same mistake.

You should by this point be furious, or at least slightly depressed.  If you’re not, do me and yourself a favor and mix yourself a vodka and diet-pill cocktail and get behind the wheel of a car headed for a steep, steep cliff.