That's the first thought to pop into my head tonight, while watching Hannity & Colmes.
They showed a teaser for Sean's interview, later, with...fuck. I literally just forgot her name. Oh, Whoopie Goldberg. Named after the cushion, no doubt.
I was only watching this shit, tonight, because the Goddess Ann was on. I enjoyed her evisceration of libtardia, as usual, leaving their component parts spread about in steaming chunks.
Sean is a bumble-head, a 'useful idiot' of the Right, but he comported himself well, tonight.
Colmes maintains the whole 'Ugly cat spritzed in the face with a spray bottle' look he seems to have trademarked.
And who is that blonde rodent-toothed pole-dancer they dug up to attempt to rebut the Goddess Ann? When I need a dam built from a copse of aspens, baby, I'll call you. Until then, you and your 'power shoulder' suit can go somewhere...perhaps to give a Pee-Wee football team a practice dummy. Just don't bite them.
Goddess? Cut down on the bluish eye make-up? Just a suggestion. Makes you look like something that belongs in a tropical fish tank.
I do so love the sinister Goth-Light black thing you do, though.
Love your book, btw. You rock, of course.
Dang, I am such a mooncalf...