I had a dream.
I was hanging Barack Obama from a lamppost in front of the White House.
In the old English style, as part of the very gruesome drama of hanging, drawing and quartering, the condemned man --women were never subjected to this end-- , after being dragged through the streets, was slowly raised off the ground by the noose around the neck until almost dead, and then revived and brought to the slaughtering table alive, where he was emasculated, slowly disembowelled and had his entrails burned, then beheaded and his four limbs hacked off.
It was the punishment for treason. So I guess the association with O is apt.
Being lazy, I guess, I was just hanging Barack, serially. Pulling on the rope until he was about choking to death and then letting him down to catch his breath and then doing it again. Over and over.
Hmmm. Can you be prosecuted for what your unconscious serves up to you. Is there such a thing as a "hate dream?"