“It is like some sort of weird, painful rash on your face that makes you embarrassed to walk out the door, and so you sit there day after day, waiting for it to go away, slathering on ointment and Bactine and scotch. And still it lingers. Some days the pain is so searing and hot you want to cut off your own head with a nail file. Other days it is numb and pain-free and seemingly OK, to the point where you think it might finally be all gone and you allow yourself a whisper of a positive feeling, right up until you look in the mirror, and scream. George W. Bush is just like that. Everyone I know has had enough. Everyone I know is just about done. There is this threshold of deadened disgust, this point where the body simply resigns itself to the pain, where the disease, the poison, has seeped so deeply into the bones that you just have to laugh and shrug it all off and go for a drink. Or ten.”

Source: Bankrupt -- The Intellectual and Moral Bankruptcy of Today's Democratic Party, by David Limbaugh, 2006, page 228.
Hardcopy: Copy of page 228 from Limbaugh's book.
Where: Writing in the San Francisco Chronicle.
When: July 7, 2006.
Contributor: AIM.

Comment on the accuracy of this quote.