"...between the legs hung the entrails; the vitals appeared, with the foul sack that makes excrement of what is swallowed."
Dante: Inferno, Canto XXVIII
Ah, but those words come to mind when reading of the death of Jesse Helms. Bring them forth, the limousines covered in the filth of the day. Riding on the rims, on the side of the highway, escorted by the Hell's Angels, the far right. The Minute Men down from the valley of good shooting, the natural lifers, the recent win for the NRA, let 'em gather and celebrate the death of one of their own.
- Chris Mansel