Sorry, I am still a little bitter about the latest election. I voted, and my vote counted, but it didn't matter. The result would have been the same if I had just stayed home.
Take heart. If any one of us stayed home, the results would have been the same, but if every American stayed home, the election would have been decided by ficticious votes, scams, flim-flams, and frauds of every stripe. Again, the result would have remained the same. Can the dead commit suicide? Oh well. It's execution time. Early even. You were popular Gameguru.
The Gameguru mounted the platform as the enraged villagers gathered around, and pelted him with fish. They sneered at him and hissed as he placed his head on the chopping block. He had resolved early on that he would meet this fate with dignity and grace. It was a moving sight. The crowd quieted, and those gathered there to taunt and shame him felt shame themselves. This act of dignity was moving to almost all, even if they felt he was a werewolf. Not everyone was moved though. In the crowd, one voice could be heard.
"HA HA, guru! Serves you right. Let's see some of those out-of-print gems now!"
It was Ed Evans' widow. The crowd was made a little uncomfortable by this outburst. They guiltily recalled the times they had enjoyed those very same games, and knew his heart was in the right place. Then they remembered that they had agreed it was a werewolf heart and clipped his head off at the shoulders and played a quick game of soccer (futbol) with it in celebration. Whoever had ransacked the Commodore's collection picked through Gameguru's as well, and was very joyous indeed.
Gameguru joins the endless chorus.