It's a terrible thing to say, but I can't help it. It's like a quiet chirp from my inner being echoing and magnifying as it moves up through the empty caverns of a dark and sinister heart until it physically hums the whole of my being and comes out unbidden and uncontainable: "I want Cheney's head on a pike!"

As one who rebels against the use of violence, the statement is abhorrent. Even the way it sits on the screen like a bizarre owl pellet containing only the undigestible bits of political diatribe and dehumanizing caricature. But like that necessary regurgitation, it feels good to have it out.