Someday...

I love this man. He's a god among mere mortals. Look upon his visage and weep. You can only hope to reach the heights he has reached. Next time, by god...next time. Here's what Jeff had to say about the election:

"Brian, all the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies...sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. That's when I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

Right on, baby. Right on.