Arms Down, Starr!

I'm trying to practice this whole calm, cool, and collected thing and avoid emotional outbursts like "Ken Starr repulses me!" and "I hope this oratorical pipsqueak falls down the stairs on his way out of the courthouse so that I can argue with him over whether a constitutional amendment might help him retroactively avoid that terminal skull fracture!" . . . . However, at the very least, I think he has got to stop using his arms to talk. Good lord. Super glue those things down so that we can focus on your clever bigoted argument and not on your pasty white, manicured hands.