It was the Halloween that was, or will it be at all, depending on who you quote and I will try on your behalf to reach many. But All Hallows might not be as scary as the upcoming elections, so stay tuned for more updates than MPR (I’ll try to follow through, but you know when the Grim Reaper comes a-calling…

You can call it Election Day. Or you can call it Halloween Eve. Which is sillier? (Or are they the same). Toss-up worthy of counting chads accurately after my favorite bartender for wit, to wit being named Chad, has served you until last call, which is at 7:59 p.m. on Tuesday. But for the best in vaguely inaccurate at times satire on these things, continue reading this blog in coming days! Boo!
Here’s one example:
My No. One Fan, where art thou? That’s what she said. There are six business days left until Election Day, and my favorite editor as mentioned, in charge of overseeing the reporting on voting tallies at the just-in-time-for-elections newly discovered Eighth Continent — or wait that would be science And We All Know That’s Fake News — has not sent me my Gilded AP Press Packet yet. (Blame the Post Office). And I love the button of a press badge that says I’m somebody now since with Associated Press, which under the rule of Voter ID must be updated every four years.

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