Okay, I have voted. My candidate is Daffy Duck. I think a greedy little black duck is just what America needs. At my voting place, I swear Comrade Stalin stands outside the door and when you emerge, he slaps a sticker on you. If you should try to avoid being stickered he says--without humor-- "You can wear Steecker or please to get in back of truck. NOW!" I asked where the truck was going and he mumbled "Gulag". Is that the Russian word for Mall? I really want to go to the Mall and shop and drop in on Starbuck's. So, I'm writing from the back of the truck on the way to the Gulag, Comrades.