Feinstein's toasting some bacon. Sampson looking increasingly like roadkill. Hatch threw him softballs and led him around by the hand for awhile, but it wasnt a long truce for the poor little piglet. Dick Durbin asked why Pat Fitzgerald, considered by most to be one of the most gifted and impressive prosecutors in the world, would be graded "mediocre" by Miers, Gonzalez, Rove and Sampson. Sampson perfecting his "I, uh, uh I... I don't remember" defence. Leahy doing a better and better impersonation of a seriously pissed-off piece of granite. He better watch where that gaze of his lands, cause he could breeak somebody's windshield with it.