“What just happened?” “I’m not sure I know,” I reply. I’m sitting on a park bench with Borf, my alien adoptee who crashed into our apartment weeks ago. We’re idling away the time commiserating on the progress of the election results and the aftermath. “Just look at this picture of Isaack Hassan handing the certificate over to Uhuru. What’s that look on Isaack’s face?” “It’s shame,” says Borf. He doesn’t mince his words. We sit in silence for a while. “You know I bet I could tell you which presidential candidate a person voted for just by looking at them,” I say...
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