Dry your eyes, love.

[f4f3]

I've a feeling that my state of the nation thoughts will come out over a few posts.
But my personal feelings are probably best summed up as below:

After eating a blow fish, that has the deadly nerve toxic, Dr Hibbert
advises Homer that he is dying and will go thought 5 stages of grief:

Dr. Hibbert: Now, a little death anxiety is normal. You can expect to go
through five stages. The first is denial.
Homer: No way! Because I’m not dying!
Dr. Hibbert: The second is anger.
Homer: Why you little!
Dr. Hibbert: After that comes fear.
Homer: What’s after fear? What’s after fear?
Dr. Hibbert: Bargaining.
Homer: Doc, you gotta get me out of this! I’ll make it worth your while!
Dr. Hibbert: Finally, acceptance.
Homer: Well, we all gotta go sometime.
Dr. Hibbert: Mr. Simpson, your progress astounds me.