USVI-On-Line

At last, the end of crazy is in sight. Come Tuesday night, maybe we can all ... just ... stop.

What ails me and multitudes like me isn't in the DSM, but it should be. It's elective compulsive disorder -- a relentless obsession about this election.

This must be what it's like to be a lush. The ECD sufferer goes sneaking off when no one's looking, not for a snort of Stoli but for a quick hit at a polling website.