Ow! My back.

Don't let anyone tell you that I haven't suffered in the name of science.

I'll get these leech enhanced spinal implants working one day, Doc Ock will be green with envy. In the meantime, I learned a valuable lesson in trusting quaint old cajun gentleman and their rustic swamp therapies.

Ow.

Luckily I keep my vertebrae numbered.

On Being a President

It amazes me how easily the presidency comes to the current pretender to the throne. It's not that he's grown into the job, but somehow he managed to shrink the job to fit his meagre abilities. I could never do that, people were always on my case about little things like my backyard wetlands diversification movement, or my leeches-for-tots program. What did I do wrong? Did I push the envelope in the wrong direction? Please help me, people, I'm desperate.