"All things are wearisome,

more than one can say.

The eye never has enough of seeing,

nor the ear its fill of hearing." — Ecclesiastes, 1:8

They say the Earth was born from chaos, a frenzy of atoms, a big bang.



Today, November 9, represents the death of one era and the birth of another. It is a funeral for the tomfoolery of man. At the same time, it's a chance for humans to finally redeem themselves after millennia of war, hate, and truly embarrassing shit (lookin' at you, cargo shorts).



It's with a heavy heart that I write this obituary for 2016 election, which will be missed by no one, except liquor store owners who probably made a killing.