Here's the fantasy I had during term 1:
We nab the fucker, re-open alcatraz, tar & feather him, toss him in a cell, make it a tourist attraction where citizens visit, jeer, and throw corn kernels at the piece of shit.
Then, he went and proposed we re-open alcatraz. It's fated.
These snakes make my skin crawl. It's like my irish catholic upbringing has re-emerged as a global tempest. Believers terrify me in chaotic environs.