Glenn Beck defends the three-fifths clause.
See, the problem is, he's not right, he just sounds right. He's thrown a few facts into his insane, I-draw-my-conclusions-based-on-infrared-signals-from-the-planet-Xegacilat condescension, and it takes hours of surgically precise work to tease it all apart.
Despite my near-constant state of hyperbolicity (I made a new word!), there is a nigh-imperceptibly small number of people I truly hate--as in abhor their very existence so much that, if I were guaranteed to get away with it scot-free, I would have no moral qualms about killing them with my bare hands.
I'm just saying.