Exactly

The Democrats should hire Olbermann as a speechwriter.

And he's right -- you can't tell me that Libby didn't know his sentence was going to be commuted long before he was even convicted. This is like watching one of those Steve Austin-Dude Love wrestling matches from 1998, where Vince McMahon would have a biased referee working the match, so Dude could break the rules all he wanted and not get punished for it.

I hate you, George W. Bush. Just saying you're the worst president to ever take the oath is no longer sufficient -- you've done more damage to the integrity of the White House than any one who has ever set foot there before you, and that includes the British soldiers who burned it down.

I wish there was something more I could do, something I could say other than fuck you, but there isn't. I just have to sit here in my rage and stew, as I've been stewing for over six years. Every time I think you can't sink any lower, every time I think you can't possibly do anything more reptilian and grotesque, you prove me wrong. Part of me is sickly curious and what you could do next to top this. Do a press conference where Laura arrives with missing teeth and a suspicious black eye? Dick-slap Hillary Clinton? Set fire to the White House yourself?

Like I said, I wish there was something more I could say than fuck you, but it wouldn't matter anyway. You wouldn't listen. Just like the drunken redneck you are, you aren't exactly open to constructive criticism.

In Harlan Ellison's original script for the superlative Star Trek episode "The City on the Edge of Forever," the villain screws around with time once too often, and gets trapped in the worst time loop imaginable. He's doomed to spend eternity repeating the same six seconds over and over...in the middle of a supernova. Over and over and over again, for all of time.

May something like that happen to you, President Fuckwad.

I wish I could hate you to death.