I would kill to see some dem jackball (Robert Gibbs comes to mind) at the teleprompter, giving another of his hugely informative speeches and then....he starts to quake.....then vomit....then thrash violently....his shirt begins to redden, and a four foot serpent with a Cheney head bursts out of the guy’s chest. Now I have about two thousand bucks saved up for a sleep number bed, I’ll lay that out to see that.
Now THAT’s an image that will keep me happy - because anything is possible.