A terrible, ugly rumor is circle-atin' that says Bill is out of business. Bill is here to tell you it is not so. True, Bill's hit traffic has been down somewhat ever since the first so-called debate. But I expect a complete recovery come Wednesday, November 7. There will be a needed stimulus beginning that day to encourage wasting time elsewhere than the prediction markets (e.g., PredictWise, my personal favorite) and the poll compilers (e.g., FiveThirtyEight, in case you've been without electricity or something and haven't been keeping up). I myself have no desire to participate in this quadrennial circus, nor to approach it except from the Olympian heights of meta-analysis.
For those of you who remain undecided, you may choose between the advice offered me by my brother Lee, who holds that Romney and Ryan are a two-headed anti-Christ, and my sister Louise, who warns of the consequences America faces should it return Barak the Baby-Killer (Barbecue-Killer, too, the story is told) to the Highest Office in the Land.
If the Lord truly wanted to destroy America, all He'd need to do would be to put Election Day on the Tuesday following Thanksgiving instead of three weeks ahead of it. Anyway, in case you are in the Richmond, Virginia, area and can't remember when you last had some good barbecue, check out this guide to the Richmond barbecue scene.