Bullet Proof Judge: the Revenge of the W

Harriet was a wash. True, she had boobs, but that isnt enough to make us say "Hey, a girl! Come on in!" Besides, they didnt seem to be very NICE boobs. So W sits back in his saddle and says "Fuck with me, will ya? Okay, lets see you hippies whine about this one!" Well I being one of the liberal douchebags that W would likely call a tree-hugger (though i find bark rather un-cuddly) i must admit that this guy is a juggernaut. Ivy league, young appointment, Atty General's Office. If Jesus had retained this guy, Pilate would have overruled his OWN objections and we'd all be Buddhists. So why is it that i feel the whining is about to begin in spades? i find that a nicely aged gouda goes best with a winter whine, don't you?