The die is cast
That is to say, the vote is cast. By the night’s end, barring anomalous electoral oddities, the results will be die-cast.
Tonight is the night we sit down and watch who emerges from the ashes of the selection process for the next season of my favourite reality show, Parliament, over a hot, steaming bowl of fresh popcorn.
It’s time to Demand Butter.
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