During a moment of frustration at work today, actually, as the frustration built up, as I learned more and more dicta and policy changes that were coming down from on high, I imagined a day when I wasn't dependent on my job. I imagined walking up to the director and saying, simply, "You know, you're really kind of creepy."
I got just enough pleasure from that thought to make it through the day.
And as I was catching up on news a little while ago, as Rachel Maddow was talking about the DADT perpetual state of idiocy, I imagined having the opportunity to walk up to John McCain, and just as he was about to shake my hand (thinking I was a voter of course), looking him in the eye and saying, "You know, you really are a jerk."
Then I thought about John Boehner, who has apparently in solidarity to those of us who are not millionaires given up the tanning beds, and what I would say to him: "You know, you really are a whiny spoiled brat."
Jim Demint: "You know, you really are dumber than dirt."
I know, that last one wasn't as constructive a criticism as the others, but why toss your pearls before swine, if you know what I mean.
Well, I feel a lot better now, even though we still have all those self-absorbed idiots in high places.