Back in the bad old days or maybe a few years after, we had old Slick Willie and Hellery in the double wide permanently parked at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The place was right lively back then, what with old Slick chasing anything with a skirt and a pulse around the House and Hellery on her third martini by 9:00 - A.M., not P.M. I have it on first hand authority she whizzed an ashtray at him, and I don't know how the Secret Police handled it. If you're in the SS, your first priority is protecting your assignment from harm, so... an ashtray to the head? In my mind, that's when the gloves come off. I would have been inclined to turn her over my knee, bare her ample behind, and use my belt on her until one was a bright red and the other was worn out.
But that's all water over the dam, or something. There's not much left but the fallout, and that's something. I got this over at Zero Hedge, and I think it's worth looking at.