I danced on his skull. >> but before i agutted him and danced on his skull i was so hospitable and loving and welcoming him to the nugent tribe that when he tried his little tricks on me and his leftist thing to get against my hunting and my guns, for example, how could i not gut him? but i gutted him with tender loving care and with truth and logic. and even at the end he finally went, uncle! it was beautiful. because i'm right. he was wrong. it's the story of my life. >> you have this completely, i don't know, irrefutable self-logic that everything you say is right. >> yeah. and your point w...