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In which the husk of a shell of what used to be our intrepid correspondent throws in the towel after valiantly suffering through 800,000 Democratic debates.

In which our intrepid correspondent rhapsodizes about the problems we have with a certain present ex-president - and a certain soon to be ex-president.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes a fond look back at the year and isolates the best parts.

In which our intrepid correspondent once again - and how tiring has this become - rails against the administration for the appearance of a lack of moral leadership. But who is he, Mr. Passed Out in His Clothes Again, to judge?

In which our intrepid correspondent attempts to get to the bottom of why this election is more crowded than Free Cash Day at Yankee Stadium.

In which our intrepid correspondent runs a little interference for the vice president and cautions people to get off his butt.

In which our intrepid correspondent ruminates about the deterioration of the dollar and the morass of ugliness that awaits us as we try to pick up the pieces.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets a bit snarky - and yeah, we know it's not all that unusual, but forewarned is forearmed, as they say.

In which our intrepid correspondent tries to warn the American people that our president is turning into a junkie.

In which our intrepid correspondent cites examples of why he is perfectly content not to be running for president and of his understanding of why you probably agree for totally different reasons.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes the president to task for his choice of Halloween attire, which featured him decked out as Mr. Alternative Energy Guy.

In which our intrepid correspondent gives Hillary the benefit of the doubt while mulling over her chances of forestalling the inevitable.

In which our intrepid correspondent talks about this week's GOP debate on black issues, which pretty much didn't happen. Huge surprise there, huh?

In which our intrepid correspondent belabors a point that we get already. Sheesh.

In which our intrepid correspondent gives thanks to his benefactor for going above and beyond the call of duty.

In which our intrepid correspondent clomps down the paranoia trail once again. But even further than normal, which is quite a ways.

In which our intrepid correspondent addresses the whole problem of trying to fill out the news cycle in August and exacerbating the problem. As is his wont.

In which our intrepid correspondent imagines a world much more devious than the one we actually live in. Probably. Then again, maybe not.

In which our intrepid correspondent complains about the strange state of a confusing world that revolves around "me" - and it's not even him. Poor baby.

In which our intrepid correspondent muses on the sad spectacle of ten men wearing the same suit trying to channel the spirit of a ghost.