Fifteen Minutes

If you saw what Glenn Beck insists upon calling "The Trump Show" last night, you know where I'm going:

I. Hate. Omarosa. Hate. Her.

My hatred of Omarosa has exploded into monumental proportions, to the point where it has actually managed to outstrip my torrid hostility towards Flo, an Amazing Race contestant whose entire strategy consisted of whining, bitching, complaining, moaning, threatening to quit, allowing her partner to do all the work....AND SHE WON. That Omarosa should shoot past Flo on my Personal Hatred of Reality Contestants Scale (and, yes, I feel the appropriate shame in possessing such a thing; it is right next to my copy of Step By Step: The Remix Album) simply hurls my entire world on its head.

On the forums of the incomparable Television Without Pity, we have actually progressed from calling Omarosa "Assorama" (her name spelled backwards, almost) to outright referring to her as "The Face of Evil." Every other contestant has generated, at most, 28 pages of commentary; Assorama has something like 145. She is off-the-charts hateable.

I find it fascinating that this episode aired on the same day Condoleezza Rice ripped up the town testifying before Congress. My girl Condi actually is everything Assorama pretends to be.

You know what we need to do, is put Assorama some sort of physical contact with Hillary Clinton, for pure evil cannot co-exist. They'd immediately destroy one other in spectacular and flammatory fashion. It'd solve all KINDS of problems.