Can you feel it in the air? NO? Well I'm sure you can smell it, right? Three weeks until the election, and it's ripe, baby. I try not to talk too politically, out of necessity. There isn't enough duct tape in the world to stop my head from exploding if I were to worry about it all the time. But, every four years, like a plague of cicadas, it is all up in my face, all day, every day.
This year has been rough. As if the usual election year isn't bad enough, two-thirds of this one seems to… Continue