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To the people of the Benighted States of America, and people around the world who are affected by the aforementioned national and governmental body:

Good luck with the next four years, whomever you end up with.


Also, with apologies to the remaining Ramones:

Twenty- twenty- twenty-four hours to go-o-o
I wanna be elected
Nowhere to campaign that they aren't going to vo-ote
I wanna be elected
Just get me to the White House, and put me in office
Hurry hurry hurry, before I go amiss.
I can't control Iraqis or domestic deficits
Oh oh oh oh ho...


In me-news, I've been quite stressed with work recently. Apologies to those who have to put up with my stressiness. Hopefully things will be better by.. um... December, maybe.