Blah, blah, blah, say the humans. And baa, baa, baa, say I. Elections my tail! I’ve seen it all, man. Like, I was sitting in Bobby Dylan’s pad on 4th Street one night back in ’65, and he said, “You know, the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools.” And then that damn optimist Lennon chimes in with, “Zimmy, we can only hope there will come a day when the wise men make the rules for the masters and the fools.” And, I, the cynic of the group, say, “One day the fools will make the rules for the masters and the wise.”

Come to think of it, what if Masters and Johnson ran together on the same ticket and made the rules for EVERYBODY? Just IMAGINE the mental masturbation that would ensue! Throngs of people wrapped up in clever conversations about sex all day, stroking their own egos and enjoying their own intellectual superiority.

Oh, but I digress. Let us all pray that the great God Pan will guide us to do the right thing — whatever that means — this November.