Warning: I was raised by semanticists who did not believe in "bad" words... just incorrect usage (I stand accused):
I know this may be perverse, but I really want DeLay to hang on. How I pray he appears at the podium wild-eyed, cursing and clawing, vowing to go down in a blaze of blood and guts like Travis at the Alamo, screaming, "God and Texas -- Victory or Death!"
I want him to howl like a banshee, shrieking and shuddering as a man possessed; wailing and spewing bile until Americans realize he's just the most obvious of these treasonous, scumbag crooks - their poison writ large - pumped up like an inflamed boil on the ass of the GOP. And I want this to drag on, day after brain-numbing day, until it's clear as crystal that this prick is nothing more than their rightful mascot. Yes, Lord, yes! I want him to fight to the bitter, burning end, horrifying all decent Americans and embarrassing every last one of these two-faced, self-serving, sanctimonious, hypocritical, lying, un-American sons of bitches in his Grand Old Party until they are forced to join him in a long "frog walk" out of Congress in chains.
Oh, I know it's a dream. But it's my dream, and I'm going to pet it and love it and smile all the while.
I truly am.