We all know it, Bloardman's gone spending his bloard bucks in Tijuana flogging hookers and funding his mecha tank construction... He's forgotten all about us! It's time we appoint someone new to the role of big bloard dog. Has to be someone dutiful and capable of unwavering leadership. Someone who can direct this ironic slosh pit into some form of orchestrated autism. If you think you're the bloarder for the job, let us know why. Election day is Saturday, August 31 and whoever accumulates the most greenie weenies is the new president of Bloard!