PSoTD

If there was only a way for me to continually drop bucketloads of turds on Scott McClellan, I might be able to communicate the feeling I have towards him and his book right now.

In fact, if I had the time I'd invent the McClellanator, a perpetual motion machine driven by a community's sewage that used gravity to bucket and then drop the sewage contents on McClellan.

And if I were a Godlike entity, I would make it so McClellan lived forever yet could not move and could not avoid the perpetual turd-delivering McClellanator.

These are the times where I regret the limitations of my power.