Okay, I’d like to dedicate this Sufi poem to the Sarah & the GOP:

Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.

I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.

I should be suspicious
of what I want.

—Jalaluddin Rumi

^{Where’s researchok? I need him to dance around in his new Whirling Dervish outfit in accompaniment. //}