I regired on Octover 6th. In the following weeks I grew discontented with all the free time I had. No more deadlines or responsibilities. I slid into the blues. Then came the election. Then came the tears. That is, the tears of the medial. Crying in their beer blowing through boxes of Kelnex. My spirits climbed. I mark it all up to shadenfreide, that is, taking pleasure in the misfortune of others. The more the left whinges, the better I feel. So, yes. Let's have a recount. Let's see if Jill Stein can turn her 2% of the vote into a financial victory at least. There is plenty of Clinton cash to greese the skids of effort. And if it all comes to nothing, well there will be yet more shadenfreude to elevate Wall Street. Life is good.