And for someone other than a left-wing, baby-killing, homosexual loving, godless creature such as yourself. I want it now and you will give it to me, because if you don’t I will leak to one of your liberal media papers that you have terminal cancer, that you had terminal cancer during the confirmation hearings, that you lied by omission about having terminal cancer to the American people, that the drugs coursing through your system including the medical marijuana pills you take at night may possibly have clouded your judicial judgement. I will call into question every decision you have ever made from the bench of the highest court in the land. I will disgrace you in the eyes of your peers and the annals of history. I will ruin what little time you have left of this earth, and I will be right to do so because it’s the god’s honest truth.
Mr. President, a word. Mr. President, I don’t believe Jeannine Locke was that girl. I don’t believe Jeannine Locke threatened your marriage. I don’t know what it is you’re doing, but here’s what I do believe. I believe this is some kind of dodge. This is some kind of slipping through the bars. This is some kind of way out of you keeping the promise you made to me. I believe that this is some kind of lie.