AG ain't got nothing on me. She may have left a note for Babsy Bush on an airplane, but Karl Rove lives in my neighborhood and ships stuff down the street from my apartment. If I run into him, he is going to get a cobag sign superglued to his doughy cheeks. This will likely translate to me shouting shit at him and his car as his bodyguards beat the bloody piss out of me. I will have to work very hard to restrain myself.
This could be the end of the Genius. I may end up learning how to decorate a cell in Leavenworth. Maybe I could adapt The Immortal Man in Black's "Folsom Prison" to Leavenworth Blues or something.
I should contact The Cobagitator, maybe we could work out a sign campaign.