Any time an anti-nuclear-power maggot-infestation of a vaguely humanoid appearance opens his dumb whore-inherited mouth I sincerely wish I could give him superglue chapstick and force him to kiss a cow's ass, because he really could use a good, intimate taste of the utter stench that seeps from his abyssal crevice of a face orifice every time he decides it's a good idea to expunge his mini-apocalypse of a throat from any nearby oxygen-processing organs.