Enough is enough, Sarah. It's over. You lost. Please get off my analog-wave-free television screen and fade to obscurity. Seriously, don't you have an imminent Rapture to prepare for in the Land of the Midnight Sun, perhaps some freshly murdered moose stew simmering on the stove to stir or a pack of wolves to mow down from an Apache helicopter (aided by your trusty night-vision goggles and the shotgun you used to pressure backwoods lothario Levi Johnston into proposing matrimony to your...
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