As you can see,

I was really bummed by the November election. So much so that I have spent almost a year literally and figuratively holding my breath until I was blue in the face.

As an act of protest, it didn't pan out quite the way I had hoped. You might have noticed that. Plus, I got sick, lost consciousness, and generally sat alone in my room feeling wretched. In the world of conscientious objection (or however else one might describe my little 'strike') it was akin to the proverbial unobserved tree falling in the forest.

In fairness to myself, however, I must point out that subsequent events have abundantly demonstrated the appropriateness of my 'pout.'