Now for the last ...

Politics is more like baseball than any other sport when it comes to the end-game. Basketball, football, hockey, and even soccer all have a sense of finality as the clock winds down; there exists a point where the fans relize that a comeback or reversal of fortune is not in the cards. But in baseball, a reprieve, not matter how unlikely, is always possible until the final pitch is thrown.

I will not breath a sigh of relief until 12:01 PM tomorrow, though that won't stop me from relaxing, just a little bit, during this the final 24 hours of America's great accidental experiment. While some will take succor in their belief that the past near decade has actually been good, I will instead reflect on the few acts that have brought a wry grin to my visage.

The first ever coup attempt by the Pretzel Underground.



Birds show their dissatisfaction in a way that people can't. Or at least shouldn't.



"Heckuvajob..."



Ducking shoes almost as well as he ducks responsibility.



Fishin' accomplished.



Visual impairment is funny again!



And last, but not least.

"Here's my best impersonation of Garcin ..."



Let us hope his impersonation skills are poor.