I would really, really, really, really, did I mention REALLY like to just climb into bed right now, pull the covers over my head, and ignore the world until Thursday. I hate this election crap. There's so much dadgum tension and hysteria in the air! Presidential elections come every four years, the campaigning starts every two years, and for one day the entire country is behaving like a lot of hungry, beaten rottweilers that would love nothing better than to have an entree of larynx, rare, for dinner.
It's deplorable. It's despicable. I positively loathe it. I can't think for a single reason for it except for the fact that we need a new president, apparently.
Ugh.
Then, of course, there's the inevitable backwash that will come on Wednesday. This is when everybody is either whining or shoving their victory into everyone else's faces, which causes the rottweilers to come back out, this time hungry for some good old cardiac muscle.
It's a good thing the elections happen to match up with the Olympics. Otherwise, this entire year would be a grand and glorious hodgepodge of despicableness and intrigue and MELODRAMA.
I'll be back later. I'm going out to buy muzzles and dog biscuits. I suggest you do the same. Anybody got the dog whisperer's phone number handy?
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