That’s it. I’m ready to kill.

I was trying to enjoy my racing and obsess about the bitches in my life but at 24 minutes and 17 seconds into last light’s Nightline I realized… yeah.

Like Diamond Dave used to say: It’s all over but the shouting. I’ve come to take what’s mine.

Richard Clarke is off his nut. Compromised. Turned by the State. Living on ABC’s consultant fee (nice).

Are you fucking kidding me. Richard Clarke. Up against the wall.

Okay. He didn’t say it in the live version. Fair Warning was always a kick ass album.

I’ve left the reservation

[Note to Cythia McFadden: I hope you get ass-raped by one of Enron's natural gas pipes, you corporate whore. Just for that last comment. "there's frugal, and then there is yucky." WTF. You do realize you are a network anchor? I mean, whore.]