Don’t call me and try to convince me I should vote for your candidate today, or for that matter, all night last night.  I’ve made up my mind.  (Romney managed to hit us twenty times during our dinner last night and at least three times an hour up to two a.m.)  Lucky for him, the calls were robotic and not human.  I pity any human who could’ve called me by the end of that dinner hour, even more so, the one a.m. caller.  They would have had an earful of the choicest of cuss words strung together most creatively and telling them where to stick their candidate… 

     Note to candidates in the NEXT election who want my vote:  Don’t spend money driving me crazy with phone calls and TV ads, Don’t lie to me—I am not stupid or uninformed, and most of all keep away from mud-slinging.

     You all have a good one!  Don’t forget to vote.