The season finale of Bill Maher started off well enough with the guy I wish was my Representative in Congress, Barney Frank. He’d get me out to vote. My dream Presidential ticket would be Barney Frank and Bernie Sanders. Bernie and Barney, Barney and Bernie – either way. In fact, both ways. For sixteen years. Alas, that will never happen. But, hey, anybody who’s better than Bush.

Unfortunately, it was downhill from there as I had to suffer through the interminable Andrew Sullivan. What a f*cking Coulter (euphemism for a different “C” word) that guy is. It’s rare that I find myself cheering for Tweetie, but Sullivan had me doing just that. In fact, I was hoping Matthews would just punch the asshole in the mouth and be done with it.

Oh well, time to get this weekend over with.