On the other hand, we have the purgative pleasure of infantile rage. I'm getting quite tired of Greg and his tireless search for the perfect judas-goat. Accuracy and consistency and truthfulness are not as important in his world as the need to find the perfect vehicle for the conveyance of his guilt and remorse. It's a good thing Donald Rumsfeld is such a sturdy ass - else he would have long since collapsed under the metaphorical weight of Greg's projections.

Grow up, Greg. It's one of the obligations of adulthood.