Look deep into my eyes. Look deeeeeeeeep into my eyes. My stare will convince you that all is well. Aren’t you feeling better already? Just wait a few minutes and the drug will kick in. Softly, softly. NOW don’t you feel better? Who said all that about Roe vs. Wade? Surely I won’t come after your precious little womb. That’s right. That’s nice. Just accept me, look into my vacant eyes and let it all pass away. Ahhhh. That’s my little pumpkins.
No, look into MY eyes. Aren’t you slightly filled with desire? Sure, I did it with a 14-year-old. Maybe two. Maybe if you got me alone, well, anything could happen, couldn’t it? I’m pleading insanity, but mostly I’m just insane with longing. You wouldn’t find me guilty, would you, pooky?
ENOUGH! LOOK INTO MY EYES. YOU PATHETIC LITTLE BASTARDS. ONE BAD NEWS CYCLE AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE? HOW ABOUT A SUPREME COURT NOMINEE OUT OF MY ASS TO PUT YOU ON THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW? I STAND OVER YOUR CAULDRON AND I PISS IN IT. MY HEAD IS A VAST ORB OF OUTSTANDING INTELLECT; MY GELATINOUS NECK IS FILLED WITH REVENGE, AND MY ELEPHANTINE CHEEKS ARE STUFFED WITH THE GRISTLE OF THE NON-BELIEVERS. OH, YOU WILL FEEL IT. YOU WILL FEEL IT!!!