Last night I was going through some old election research and it reminded me of a few things. Not only were my knuckles, shoulder joints, neck, and knees cracking loudly with every move, they were doing it because I’d been locked into my chair for almost two years as the seemingless endless supply of weirdness continued to flow from the voter rolls.
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