I Herewith Do Formally Concede The Race, By Jingo
My Fellow Californians, Americans, and friends from Abroad;
As this most Herculean of Contests has come to a Close, and the ballots and Voters, Dimpled and
Otherwise, have been Counted, it has been made apparent to me that I have not managed to Carry the
State of California. I was not Officially informed, but I have a lad who runs Errands for me - a
Baleen Street Irregular, if you will - who saw the Results while borrowing some Chicken Wings from
the reception at Republican Headquarters.
This loss comes as a Shock, though I was not actually on the Ballot and my dear assistant
Elisabeth has informed me that Ephram never mailed my Notice of Write-In Status - so consequently
the State did not count Any of my votes. Still, it was a Close race, down to the very Wire; and I
was glued to my Radio until Nature called and I forgot to come Back.
I fully intend to Support Governor-Elect Schwarzenegger, unless he makes us all speak with an
Austro-Hungarian accents or tries to Reinstate the Hapsburgs; in which case I shall pack a trunkful
of my best Cravats and Spats and voyage promptly to our Nation's Capital to complain.
I would like to thank all of those who Supported me; from the lingering ghost of Teddy
Roosevelt's Bull Moose Party - we shall win Yet, fellows! - to my loyal staff, who all would have
Voted for me had they been Eligible; to the ever-faithful Elisabeth, who ironed the Bunting which I
diligently hung from my Study Window; to the Old Salt, whose vote was sadly cast on the wrong Coast.
Also deserving of thanks are Johnny Walker, who assisted me in the Mornings; Cutty Sark, who was
invaluable in my Luncheon Campaigning efforts; the Macallan, staunch defender of my post-prandial
Naps; Chivas Regal, who was with me through all that campaigning in the Pub.
There are many others deserving of mention, though I cannot quite remember them all. But my
Physician says that is Normal for a man of my Age with a Brain so Crammed with Knowledge and
Experience; so it is Nothing to worry about.
God Bless California, and God Bless America, and God Bless pretty much Everybody, except for
those fellows we're fighting Overseas, whichever ones those are.