Harlan Ellison describes attending a big political rally of some kind, held IIRC in a football stadium. Seeing Richard Nixon and Spiro Agnew together on stage in the middle of the field, he begins begging some deity, any deity, to grant him a helicopter armed with machine guns.

That’s about how I feel about the last few days, except that a helicopter wouldn’t be enough; twenty megatons at Pennsylvania and 8th NW would be more like it. Fortunately God doesn’t grant such foolish and rage-filled prayers. The stain on my soul from the desire is sufficient.