Thanks to the addition of another negative review on Amazon.com, my book’s approval rating effectively dropped to 90%. If I were a politician, I’d no doubt be wetting myself, but as it is I’m feeling downcast. This morning’s radio show, which was plagued by technical problems and good-old-fashioned boneheaded mistakes on my part, didn’t much help. In the grand tradition of my countrymen, I’m going to assign blame for my glum mood on external factors: the approaching holiday, which almost never fails to depress me; and last week’s long-awaited resolution to the electoral situation. It’s not for me to judge to the outcome, but my reaction to the players and tactics used in the whole long process were almost uniformly negative (I grumbled about this at the beginning, and things only went downhill from there). Lord knows, I wanted to find someone to respect in the whole thing. Only at the end did I get it, and that was while watching Gore’s concession speech. So in other words, the only thing which gave me any hope was the loser’s exit speech. Oh, that’s just great.