"Change You Can Motherfucking Believe In"

Michael Weiss explains the acquired taste for Rahm Emanuel's conversational erudition. It's 1992 and Clinton's enemies are discussed in a post-campaign release:

Suddenly Emanuel grabbed his steak knife and, as those who were there remember it, shouted out the name of another enemy, lifted the knife, then brought it down with full force into the table.     ''Dead!'' he screamed.     The group immediately joined in the cathartic release:

''Nat Landow! Dead! Cliff Jackson! Dead! Bill Schaefer! Dead!''

Toss in a deeply uncomfortable but funny line about cementing his assistant's asshole shut, and you've got Gold, baby.