The nomination process, which necessarily entailed the besoiling of things theretofore unsoiled, has climaxed, withdrawn, rolled over, and drifted off to sleep while reading a Buffalo Wild Wings delivery menu. Now all that is left is the voting.
Debauched functionaries have whittled down the list to a manageable 10, and from those 10 names you will choose one. That chosen one, because he was a super-tuffy and or scurrilous mountebank, shall forevermore be nicknamed “Museum of Questionable Medical Devices.”
Choose carefully, citizens, for those more important than you are watching …
Thank you for exercising the franchise.