I received the following e-mail a couple of days ago.
OK, so I think it is pretty clear that I win your contest to say when Alberto G. will resign. I choose May 23 and the closest other guess was April 23. I don't want a t-shirt, I want a blog post from you pointing out my superior understanding of GWB: no one has ever gone broke (mis)underestimating that man!
First of all, thank you for being one of the few, the brave, the contest entrants.
Second, thank you for not wanting a T-shirt. I'm a little short now and I can't bring myself to put ads on my blog. I guess I figure there is no such thing as a free lunch and if I submit to advertising, I also submit to advertisers and I want free reign to make as much of a fool of myself as I wish without any help from Corporate America.
I thought when I started the contest that it would end when Alberto steps down, either voluntarily or with help. The person who came closest to that date would win.
ESBE is indeed the winner if nobody else enters. That seems to be the case since nobody has entered a fresh date since the first posting:
Andrea left a comment on the reminder posting reiterating her first entry.
We'll give it another fortnight (that's two weeks) and if there are no subsequent entries, then ESBE will be declared the winner and will be contacted for the prize of choice:
A chance to rant and rave at will about Bush and how you understand this enigma within a good ol' boy -- as long as it's in good taste (this blog is rated PG) and not libelous (hard to libel the president).
So, ESBE, thanks for your interest and we leave it in the hands of the people. After all this is a democracy (it's not twice - this nation is a republic, but don't tell George the Second, and this blog is a literocracy)
Did I just make up a word?