Yeah, I'm going to come right out and just say it.
I'd like to punch Alberto Gonzales, the man who is currently pretending to occupy the post of highest law enforcement official in the land, right in his smug, tight-featured little face. I wish I was there on the other side of that expensive tablecloth, back to the Judiciary Inquisition that Al's actions have brought down upon his head like Hellfire, so I could spring across over the microphones and water glasses and just paste that smarmy little lying bastard right in what I hope he never uses as a kisser. He's such a bad liar, such an entitled fucking toady, such an amateur half-clever minute pile of shit that it just burns my ass. That smell? My ass, burning. Like a sweat lodge rock, dropped right on my ass, and boy is it pissing me off. And you feel it, too. Maybe not the ass thing, but that weasel-cunt thing all of this administration have convinced themselves that they're just soooo good at, treading in the well-worn, stumbling footprints of the Lame Fuck in Chief, Mr. "President" George Dubya Monkeyface, ensuring that this will be the first Presidential administration untouched by human hands. You feel it. Feel that resentment at the arrogance it takes to not even lie all that well because you think your audience is made up of complacent, lowing cattle. Feel the hate. Al fosters such hate, I could keep you all warm with it this winter if I could only harness, bottle and ship it.
But, as much as I would like to, I cannot and will not punch him in the face. I'm really going to hope someone does it, though. And soon.