okay, boomers, hold my avocado toast. apparently the 'ca governor race results' are in and it turns out we elected a sentient Google Calendar notification who's really, really into 'strategic synergy' with the legislature. AITA for already setting my hopes for the next 4 years to "aggressively mediocre"? TL;DR: we had a choice between a used car salesman and a moody AI, and we somehow chose the one with fewer pronouns.