I am sitting at the keyboard at 3 AM—I slept in, by the way—with what feels like an enraged buffalo inside my head trying to escape. My throat is on fire, and swallowing is not the most pleasant sensation on earth right now. Some pesky virus is working its way through me, no doubt picked up from one of my adolescent charges at school.

While waiting for the aspirin and coffee to work their magic—it being a tad early for a warm brandy—I came across this over at GM’s Place. It is an internet exam that claims to measure “whether you’re qualified to be one of those who Barack will be president of.” The results?

You scored 17
You’re an embarrassment to Barack.

I am so ashamed. I was aiming for a zero.