we all did what we could.
I think the glamour you cast upon the exit polls was a sublime bit of trickery, the better to crush and humble their odious spirits when reality busted dey asses wide open.
Indeed, to thy greater glory. The higher King Ketchup of Atlantica's minions rose, the further and faster they fell. The mess will take a while to clean up, but that's what beaten minions are for...