Unfortunately, so are the vast abundance of accompanying fluorescent legs.
I was going to post earlier in the week about John Ashcroft's testimony to the 9/11 commission. But what is understood really doesn't need to be discussed. Nevertheless, if there is a hell, there should be a special place reserved for John Ashcroft where he's hogtied, his eyelids are forced open with pins like a Dario Argento horror flick, and he's forced to watch girl-on-girl porn for eternity. Every time he gets aroused a dull cigar guillotine comes down on his pee-pee, mangling it beyond recognition while not fully severing it.
Oh, well. Enjoy the weekend.