The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it.

My riches consist not in the extent of my possessions but in the fewness of my wants.

—  J. Botherton

Le fondateur de Reporters sans frontières (RSF) et son secrétaire général jusqu'en septembre 2008, Robert Ménard, s'y est déclaré favorable à la peine de mort.

Il a cité le cas de Marc Dutroux: il ne serait pas choqué «qu'on lui coupe le cou». «Il faut cesser de faire de la peine de mort un absolu», a ajouté l'ancien militant de la liberté de la presse, en pointe notamment contre le gouvernement chinois au moment des Jeux olympiques. Robert Ménard s'est déclaré aussi lors de cette émission, «contre la modernisation de l'Eglise» et «favorable au célibat des prêtres».

Il est des hommes de liberté qui parfois tournent mal...

The real measure of wealth is how much you’d be worth if you lost all your money.