It was a dark time across the land. The people suffered greatly. Small creatures scurried in the shadows, and a thick pestilence clung to the streets. No doors would open because twigs had been jammed into all the locks. And then one morning, from the resplendent mists of cyberspace, The Wisdom of Ashta descended. The benighted masses drew closer to hear the shining Truth. And the Truth was “Like it or Lump It.” The benighted masses were confused. They scratched their lice-ridden heads. So The Wisdom of Ashta refined itself further until it could manifest as “Martial Law will be imposed for the duration of the FunDrive.” Then The Wisdom of Ashta drew back its cape to loose the hidden Executioner upon the benighted masses. And the Executioner did proceed to slash and rip his way through the crowd with his monstrous word-sword made from “You have no rights, only privileges.” And the benighted masses who survived this onslaught did then carve seven marks into a tree trunk – one for each day until the election. Tomorrow, the benighted masses would carve a slant line through the first mark.