Her bourgeois red hair, his gainsaying oomph, we're cruising at altitudes of theorem. Quack probabilities dim until we restructure our credit history, nail it in clear plastic. Where does the political economy have us put it? His and her terrain — also yours and mine, since we’re all for one as subscribers to the regulatory plutocracy..
Let her go, let him do want he was elected to do..

Sorry, not tonight...