I've been on a Vision Quest

I have envisioned my death: I am involved in a swamp battle with insurmountable hordes of midget warriors attacking me me from all sides. Spears and blades are brandished as far as the eyes can see. I take out a good many of them with cunning and tenacity, a round house kick here, sweeping karate chops there and a few palm shots to nose cartliage. And yet I finally succumb. the final scene is one of fluorescent smoke, pond scum and blood. The most cowardly of the horde rips the bottle of Cactus Jack from my death grip and pours it on the breasts of his concubines. This vision has taken on new character in the past 24 hours. The concubines are none other than former Mtv hostess Kennedy and Christian pop singer Cheley. Of course Anne Coulter is flashing her sagging dried up meat spigots too, (particularly horrific imagery) hoping to catch some of the alcoholic spray.
Is this what the right wing has wrought upon us this night? The Boston Red Sox v. Yankees game surly trumps Scarborough Country but having a wad of has beens, no talents and rotting flesh eaters on to discuss the supposed re-institution of a draft is ridiculous. I'd rather be filling out disclosures concerning my great grand mother's sex life.