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  •  Why didn't Mrs. Cthulhu simply (5+ / 0-)

    pick up the mocking interlopers in her eldritch tentacles and drag their shrieking forms toward her otherworldly maw as she emitted a cry which echoed through the vast reaches of unknown space from the shores of the lake of Hali near Aldebaran to the very center of the universe, where Azathoth dances in a seething nuclear chaos to the mindless pipings of countless demon flautists?  

    Or are you not the same Cthulhus I read about somewhere else?

    In any case, I'm glad you both voted!

    •  We considered that (6+ / 0-)

      but we were concerned that it would invalidate our votes.   Obama's re-election is more critical than our fleeting pleasures.

      •  How would it do that? (0+ / 0-)

        Invalidate your votes?  She should have said "excuse me, why am I being asked for ID when my husband is not?".  Would they take away your ballot as well?  I doubt that, if questioned, they would have insisted.  

        •  Because, to follow through on the joke.... (0+ / 0-)

          if my wife manifested as "Mrs. Cthulhu" in the H.P. Lovecraftian sense and cast the person asking for ID into her maw and ate him, she would not have been permitted to vote.

          Cthulhu, as you may not realize, manifests itself as a 600' tall octopus-like creature with non-Euclidian features (see, e.g., the Call of Cthulhu).

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