I recall in January 2001, there was some controversy about John Ashcroft being nominated for attoney general; I disremember the issues, but it mystified me, because John Ashcroft is a nice guy, the salt of the earth, and one would have to be psychiatrically-commitable to dislike him.
I was laying on the couch in the living room, reading a book, and C-Span was covering some sort of press conference by some poverty profiteers opposing the nomination.
Of course, I didn't hear what was being said, but I sort of watched. Some guy was ranting, and behind him was one of the angriest, ugliest, foulest, sourest, meanest, bitterest, heavy-set woman I'd ever seen. She didn't say anything; she just stood behind the ranting guy, radiating sullen Hate.
I thought to myself, oh my, that was definite proof John Ashcroft was a decent and civilized person, if such losers Hated him so.