It’s now less than five days out, yet it feels as if the Worst. Election. Ever. is months away.
Some would conclude that’s because we want it to be over so badly that scant minutes seem like interminable hours. I thought it was due to a proliferation of regurgitated piffle — tweeted, re-tweeted, hash-tagged and Facebooked — which left voters feeling they’ve been forced to perform as unacknowledged and unappreciated extras in a remake of Groundhog Day.

































