...upon whose turn of phrase I could not make improvement.
My tiny, tiny violin caught on fire from playing it so hard.
But... but... we can't live on half a million dollars a year! 'Schadenfreude' does not even begin to cover my feelings reading this article. I would say it is more like pure, unadulterated, wholly evil glee. I don't really think this is the beginning of full-on class warfare--I'm too cynical for that--but if this destroys even one Bush-style privileged dynasty, crumbles even a tiny corner of the fucking oligarchy, I am ready to start weaving baskets for the guillotine.
Hear hear. *gets out the basket straw*