Auto correct spell checkers do some funny things. Then factor in age related dementia and the early morning hour. Plus the fact that I can barely read the text anymore because of warped retinas, makes mistake very easy.
So color me as I don't give a cr@p what you think.
Your own Governor was elected by fraud and you don't seem to know that.
Elections have been manipulated professionally since voting machines were first put in play, and that will only improve with more powerful data collection that the government is implementing.
Dunce. Of course I know that. There was actual hard, demonstrable PROOF, in Gregoire's case... something sadly lacking, self-evidently, in the course of your own twitchy, overheated fantasies, re: Mittens. Strike Two.
So color me as I don't give a cr@p what you think.
Now you're simply pouting -- both unattractive and grotesquely inappropriate, in an (ostensibly) grown man. Third whiff, and it's the long, slow shamble back to the long pine for you.
Sober up. Take a long walk around the block. Breathe into a paper bag. Whatever it takes, ultimately.