On Barney

My hatred for Barney Frank knows no bounds. As hatred tends to do, my ability to produce meaningful language seizes up any time I think of him. So, I'm thankful for VDH for his thoughts on the big Purple Chair of the House Financial Services Committee:

"...he enjoys the exemption accorded to the proverbial raving but glib street-corner prophet who accosts you, flips you off on the street, and shouts in your ear and in public all the way to the car before trying to mount the hood and grab the windshield wipers."

Thank you sir, may I have another...