Reply #29: Well...maybe not you...

[PurityOfEssence]

Me? I want contrition. I want tear soaked keening at my feet begging mercy. I want a drumhead court martial, keelhauling, flogging around the fleet and then tarring and feathering, riding through town on a rail, hanging, drawing and quartering and the salting of their lands.

Yes, abject, yes indeed...

Oh, I want it all. I want it in public with Powell's grieving wife having to wear a ready-to-wear dress OFF THE RACK. I want to see the look in Jeb's eye when he knows that this too was stolen by the brother who used to torture him. I want to see the look in Poppy's face with enough glimmer of life still intact to know that he is an amplified mega-failure of gargantuan proportions. I want to see James Baker somehow implicated and brought into court.

I want to see dubya snap in public and rage at a reporter. Maybe even try to hit one.

I want him to have a press conference where, just as he's asked the huge ubly question for which he's been endlessly coached, he takes a breath to start to explain and every cell phone in the room rings, and they're all answered, with nobody left paying attention to his heinousness. Sound El Deguelo and hoist the Black Ensign; cry havoc and loose the doglike whores!