Ashcroft is thinking: "Son-of-a-bitch! I was nice as hell to the little c*cks*cker and what does he do for me? Nothing! That's what. I said, 'Karl, Listen. You're the genius. You made the National Guard go away, you made us love a deficit, and made us believe tax cuts were good for us, . . . . Hell, you made people think Numbnuts was presidential material, for Christ's sake!!! . . . Can't ya just TRY to get me out of this? You can spin it so how it was great I was trying to cut the terrorism budget and go after porn and marijuana and abortion rights.' . . . Can't believe the slimy butt wad told me I was cooked . . . That he'd convinced Numbnuts to throw me to the sharks . . . . And then the had the gall to give me that fake laugh before he hung up. . . . Geez. . . . I'm cooked."