I assume you're all getting the same message from God I am, right? "Yeah, yeah, I told him to run, but just to get him out of my hair. The guy was asking me, like, six times a day, 'What do you think, Lord? Should I run? Gimme a sign, Lord.' Like a yapping Chihuahua, but with a Texas accent and better hair. Anyway, what the hell do I care who you elect? Your planet doesn't have but about 18 months left. I'm finally chalking this thing up as a failed experiment. Oops, spoiler alert. Sorry."