I am showering, naked as a jaybird, and here comes Rahm Emanuel, not even with a towel wrapped around his tush, poking his finger in my chest, yelling at me.

I do believe in God. That's why I'm alive.

My very good friend, Rahm Emanuel, made it very clear to me on several occasions that I was, quote, unquote, not a team player; that I was not - that I didn't not have a future.

Rahm Emanuel is son of the devil's spawn. He is an individual who would sell his mother to get a vote. He would strap his children to the front end of a steam locomotive.

You think that somehow they didn’t come after me to get rid of me because my vote is the deciding vote in the health care bill then, ladies and gentlemen, you live today in a world that is so innocent as not to understand what is going on in Washington, D.C.

Now, they're saying I groped a male staffer. Yes, I did. Not only did I grope him, I tickled him until he couldn't breathe and four guys jumped on top of me. It was my 50th birthday.

I happen to believe that health care is an imminent crisis. It is.