Slutty Penguins for Obama

I tried to write something about how exciting the last six days are going to be, but then I deleted it all. It's not going to be exciting, it's going to be excruciating. I can't read any more information on this election, or my brain might burst open. If I were to spontaneously combust, the only thing left behind would be polling data and the word "monger". Hate-monger, fear-monger, drill-monger, war-monger. I'm really hoping to retire that word.