Abba gabba gabba. Eeeba deeedle dabba.
Well, we ranted, we donated, we nagged, we discovered Morrissey song titles apply to any electoral situation, and we even knew the name of the Prime Minister of Canada. I don’t know what’s left, besides setting a trash can on fire and tipping a car. I am in shock. OK, Sarah, keep moving. Do not stop at the microphone. Nope! There we go. And never, ever make fun of community organizers again. Ah, you feel me.
Ankles aloft, mes amis! I need a hanky and a can of champagne! We will see you in the future when all’s well.