None of this is to my pride or honor, for if it was, I’d be with a troupe in the commons outside the courthouse every day (in Clearfield, that’s where there’s a 10 commandments sculpture) putting my results to music, throwing confetti, and inviting all passers-by for hugs. No, that’s not enough – I’d be standing, with a mariachi band, in Times Square, with dominatrixes (of all genders) holding republican lawmakers on leashes offering copies of this paper with their mouths.