I'm sorry. I just hate bringing politics into baseball. But sometimes, you just get forced into it. We all know about Anna Benson's rantings, her monster ego, her snarling at Carlos Delgado's principled stance against the war in Iraq. But Tom Watson points us to some stuff Anna's puked out that makes her previous remarks on the record look positively tame in comparison:

I honestly have to tell you...I hate your fucking guts. Forget about how un-American you are, how politically retarded you are, or how fat you look while slobbering your political garbage all over everyone, mainly, I despise you for the fact that you make money off of influencing the young minds of America to be Bush-haters.

Anna, who makes even Michelle Malkin look brilliant by comparison, continues:

You are a pariah to our nation...a fat kid that got beat up by the jocks at school, and this has formulated your hatred of America. If I didn't know any better, I would thing George W. himself went to school with you and kicked the shit out of your pie-hole everyday for being such a candy-ass. If you are so passionate about politics, use some of your blood-making money to make it a better place instead of making movies that only benefit your fat-ass fanny-pack. No one likes to see Hollywood try to engage our minds with their ridiculous and one-sided political rants during award ceremonies. Your "movies" are just a façade for your own political agenda, which, by the way, is fucking warped.

Her self-hatred knows no bounds. I'm pretty sure this twisted masochistic fantasy is actually just a bit of wishful projection. (Her milque-toast boring husband I am sure is not nearly exciting enough for her.)

You are a selfish, pathetic excuse for an American, and you can take your big fat ass over to Iraq and get your pig head cut off and stuck on a pig pole. Then, you can have your equally as fat wife make a documentary about how loudly you squealed while terrorists were cutting through all the blubber and chins to get that 40 pound head off of you. I dare you to go to Iraq and diarrhea all over our soldiers; they would love to strip you naked in the streets and leave you so that the terrorists can pick you up and dispose of you the way terrorists do. If you believe that Iraq and Al-Queda were not together, go over there and see for yourself.

As Watson says, the Mets need to trade the wife.