You know what burns my butt?

[hang a left]

These sleezy pols that get raided, busted, found out, uncovered.

Then they go on the TV and loudly proclaim their innocence, blame their circumstances on partisan politics or witch hunts.

Their press secretary's issue releases claiming that "no laws have been broken".

After which, they desperately try to hang on to their committee assignments. Finally relenting and giving them up under pressure.

Set up defense funds whose contributors are the co-conspirators to their crimes.

Then ball their eyes out for the camera when they finally realize that they are history and don't even have the support of their party anymore.

There HAS to be a special place in hell for these bastages.

At least, I am hoping.

[EstimatedProphet]

1. A 3 foot high flame?

I do agree with you though. Fake shame from them all.

[ellenfl]

12. you stole my answer! eom

[ThomWV]

2. Raise The Flame A Notch

Then the sleezy bastards do 6 months in a minimum security lockup and walk out to start all over again on K Street.

[EstimatedProphet]

11. But then it would be "You know what really burns my breasts?"

[Connie_Corleone]

3. A hot stove?

They all seem to go thru the same stages of grief.

[AndyA]

4. A Tabasco sauce enema?

You can pretty much predict the series of events, and their timing, just like clockwork.

These people are at the very bottom of the scum at the bottom of the barrel.

[bbernardini]

5. See, I was going to say "lighting your farts." nt

[FiveGoodMen]

6. Public lying about public issues needs to be the highest crime of our land.

[ElboRuum]

7. There is...

They've recently divvied up the 8th circle of hell into 4 parts since everyone there is having trouble being tormented harmoniously. These guys are slated to be moved to 8C once they get the dividers up, the carpet laid down, and the walls painted cinder-block grey. Then, after the hellhounds come in and urinate all over the new carpets, they'll be treated to an unending series of mock Congressional inquiries where they are asked the same kinds of ludicrous questions over and over, probably something along the lines of...

"So, what did you know after the time that you claim you knew it but before the time that we knew you knew it and just after the knowing would have resulted in you knowing it a hell of a lot sooner than you did, but forgot? You have three seconds."

If they don't start answering something sufficiently different than their last answer within the three second limit, some punishment ensues, such as dropping a piano on their heads, having one of the demons flick their earlobes for about an hour while reciting passages from one of Sylvia Plath's lesser works, or being vomited upon by an elephant whose last meal consisted of battery acid, 14 bales of moist hay, a bushel of apples, and the oil from the crankcase of a Datsun B210 that's been sitting in a junkyard for the last 30 years.

If they do succeed in the required level of originality, they are hit in the face with a pie by Rip Taylor's evil twin while Vlad the Impaler does his best Sergeant Schultz impression.

After a day of such inquiries, they are to sit at the desk playing with an online widget whose sole button's function is to scream insulting remarks out of the speakers.

[hang a left]

9. That is really funny!

You are a crack up. Want a Duzy nom??

[ElboRuum]

14. Sure n/t.

[hang a left]

15. kay nt

[JHB]

8. Sitting in acid?

Just trying to avoid the flames :evilgrin:

[youthere]

10. Using "Easy Off" for a butt facial?

[lpbk2713]

13. Sitting on a hot plate ought to do it.

Glad to have been able to help. :thumbsup: :hi: :thumbsup: