Elections come and go, but failed candidates seemingly never die.

Over at Freedom to Screech, the trognonymous Vickster -- Erik; Erika; whatever -- continues her week-long exercise in self-VallaggrAnndization.

Verily, it’s difficult to tell which objective is more important for the non-existent academic: Political gamesmanship derived with playing with numbers deprived of context, or promoting her benefactress as the next city controller.

Only Larry’s incontinent lapdog knows for sure.