My visage is dangerous to look upon unless tempered with a soupçon of cuteness, though. Hence I’m accompanied by my daughter Molly, Supreme Commander of the Allied Phantom Dog Armies.
So if you’re a strong home-state partisan of Maryland, Alaska, Arkansas, Iowa, New Jersey, Arizona, Rhode Island, Michigan, or Idaho, get those bribes in pronto. (I’ll accept cash, warm clothing, and any kind of coffee that’s been excreted by an animal, real or mythical. No, New Jersey, I don’t need anyone whacked.)