I have a wonderful recurring dream wherein Rod Blagojevich is fired from a canon into the belly of Rush Limbaugh. The children cheer as hair and blubber rain down from the heavens. Ted Haggard is there, furiously signaling his delight.
By the by - just what are Rush and his listeners so worked up about? That they don't get to wipe their asses on the rest of us for another four years? That their TVs aren't quite big enough? That they can't afford to chase Viagra with Oxycontin now that the banks are failed because of their own delusions of exceptionalism?
Now that spleen = vented, I can go on with my day.