Unfortunately, I got home with only about 10 minute left but the main impression I got was that Lindsey Graham is losing his shit. It was pretty much like a constant:
"If ISIS comes over here I'm gonna kill 'em!! And you know what? They don't even have to come over here! I'll go over there and and kill 'em!
I don't care where those sumbitches are!!
They could be in the ocean! And I'd put on a wetsuit, dive down into the effing Marianas Trench and kill 'em! I'm not afraid of no damned giant, blind octupuses! Octopi....? Octo-whatever! I'll kill them ugly bastids too!
If there was a secret ISIS training camp on the moon, you know what I'd do? I'd beat the crap out of that Elon Musk, take his rocketship and GO UP THERE MYSELF!! And kill 'em!!
And last, but not least... if they were hidin' out in that volcano that them Scientologist souls come from?? I'd jump in there with an asbestos suit of made from the shingles off my granddaddy's chicken coop!! And I would kill 'em!!"
Yeah. It was kinda like that.