Before I return to my usual schtick of hating on celebrities I’ll never meet, I’d like to say a brief word about last week’s presidential election. I know. I should leave well enough alone. It is, in fact, all over. After all, most of us are recovering–or experiencing withdrawal–from a presidential campaign high that lasted way too long and at some point became the cultural equivalent of a six-year-old’s stomach after two chili dogs and a stint in a bouncey house. Even those of use who had decided to “Just Say No” were affected.