I had a dream about you. You were wearing an ice cream cone for a hat, and I was wearing a dunce cap. You were jealous of me because my hat was a bigger cone than yours, and I was jealous of you because your hat was edible. In the end we decided to thumb wrestle for the right for one of us to declare we were “The Keeper of The Cone.” You won, but only because you hired a team of Washington DC lobbyists to rewrite the official thumb wrestling rulebook in your favor. The rulebook went from one page to over 3,000 pages, which also included several hidden taxes that you said needed to be implemented before they could be understood or appreciated.