I could pretend that I’m above all of this.

But no.

No, I’m not.  To quote Terry Pratchett, it’s like a wasp landing on a nettle: something’s getting stung and I don’t care which. And, frankly, it’s been that kind of day.

Mind the utter lack of couth.

Good video via Hot Air.

Sarah says “Hi,” Marshall. Also, “Not a chance in Hell.”