I was recently enraptured by HBO's latest mini series, "John Adams." It smacked of historical truth and a sincere attempt to present an honest portrayal. The well-thought out details about oral health, timing of revolutionary events and primitive interior design were all interesting and genuine interpretations.

However, I do realize that history itself is just a glorified game of "telephone," and time skews fact. But, HBO was conveniently serving up American history each Sunday night at eight, so I went with it.

Paul Giamatti's performance was solid, and I believe he did Mr. Adams -- albeit not a very likeable character at times -- justice. But the role I liked the LEAST was that of our first secretary of the treasury, Alexander Hamilton. Not only was he a major-league jerk, he seemed quite twisted politically: supporting enemies over much larger enemies, challenging more than one to a "duel at dawn" and generally being as over-zealous as your garden variety 1930s Nazi.

And that's why I'm hoping -- nay, PRAYING -- you'll join my protest against our $10 bill. Since it's the only manifestation we have of the man, I choose IT to be the bearer of my disdain. "Boooo!" I say to the promissory note featuring the evil Mr. Hamilton. I've decided to trade them all in for a five and five ones, or perhaps 10 ones.

Hell, I'd even carry 40 quarters around just to avoid the infestation of that backbiting Federalist within the confines of my righteous wallet. Along with the aforementioned West Indian bastard, I'm even considering a personal ban on the actor Rufus Sewell. I dare HBO to air one of his other films -- for I will gladly avoid it!

Yes, Home Box Office, you have opened mine eyes to the truth of our storied past. And I long for more -- perhaps an Aaron Burr mini-series culminating with the infamous duel itself. Any more fodder to feed the furnace of my federalist fury would surely be welcome, good sirs.

Until then, I bid you good day!