I'd rather slide naked down a 50ft' long cheese grater set at a 45 degree slope, and land in a vat of hot salt and alcohol, than to vote for Mitt. I hope all the republican and teabagger politicians and activists and operatives all simultainiously come down with a mutated antibiotic resistant flesh eating bacteria between now and election day. I know that scenario has a 200,000,000,000:1 chance of happening, but I can still hope and dream. Long live the reigning king and power to the people.