My most neat and tidy metaphor for Nader is as such:
Yes, it is awesome to be an ambulance driver. It is awesome to be a good one.
But if you want to grandstand and go eighty miles an hour to get a kid having an asthma attack to the hospital quickly because you want to be a hero and you run over and kill ten people on the way to the hospital?
Then fuck you.
Your going heroically above and beyond the call of duty to help Little Billy doesn't change the fact that you are a murderer.
Also, he has said he will run if Clinton gets the nomination. Still. STILL!
Dude wants to kill again, to extend the above metaphor.
(Cliff Floyd let Willie Randolph put him on the 2006 NLCS roster when he couldn't play, so that he could be a trooper and a hero and when the chips were down, Willie used him and he sucked when some other pinch-hitter might'a done SOMETHING. Ripped my goddamn heart out just to look like a guy playing heroically wounded. He can eat Satan's dick in hell. I do not have to be reasonable about sports, sports are not here for being reasonable about, in fact, they are there so that there is something we can safely vent our unreasonableness through.)