This is how that tough bastard Cecil played, too. Like a stubby middle finger poking you in the throat for three hours on Sunday.
Actually, I’m still waging my one-man campaign to get the middle finger accepted into polite society. Eventually, I’d like to see Kings and Queens and Oprah playfully flipping each other the bird over high tea and crumpets. What is a crumpet, anyway?
The glorious middle finger probably physically angers someone like Sarah Palin. That’s what’s so great about it. Flip someone the bird today!