Or... How to hush Bernie Sanders? That'll be the day. Howabout an asteroid hits in the Atlantic and a [legitimate process] votes in a Sanders/Stein ticket. Creating a confluence of logic and reason in the West Wing (and outward in waves and spouts) that finally draws the fabled groovy aliens to not take another wide berth pass at Earth, and this time stay for a while. Pop a few heads. Much fewer than necessary today, on account of the confluence and the physics of galactic consciousness. Then a hundred years of prosperity over disparity. AND it's proven very quickly to be a charm. A real humdinger of a century ...worth EVERY goddamned century of waiting and scratching our heads, licking the blood off our fingers. Or the fingers of our masters. Reg?

But better informed, given the option to at least express the nature of a vote, I won't help put the madhouse in to wreck it completely—as seemed perfectly logical an Anarcho-syndicalistic thing to do. Nope. I will vote some creepy collaborati shit into the stew and let it wreck itself anyway. I will vote for the hot butt and her silver-haired All-American horn playin' gigolo.

And never look into her face—or turn to stone. Godbless our tired asses, dad- dad-dad-daddio..