So I’ve been sitting here, torn between outrage over the spying revelations and the peak of frustrated “Hey, yo, Congress, welcome to your fucking oversight responsibilities. We fucking, fucking told you so. How dare you wake up now? How dare you go on talk shows and say how shocked you are? I fucking told you so. We all did, you morons. Rubes. Patsies. Fuck.” And eventually it was all going to devolve into glugging vodka and rocking back and forth as the ferrets paced around worriedly, thinking, “Man, this is just like after Katrina. Which one of us is gonna tell her she left the coffee pot on?”

Mercifully, The Rude Pundit exists.

As does the freeway blogger: