You give me that amount of money, and I'm buying a
county. Of my own. And you'll find my deceased carcass right where I want it to be found - propped up against a tree by my trout creek, with a pole in my hand, and a flask in my pocket. Just bury me on the spot and mark it with a rock, so my dogs will know where to pay their respects and lift a leg on me.
"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."