I looked over your shoulder to get a glimpse of your mirror, and you know what I saw there? Public denial. A very large card being pulled out of a deck. About fifteen tons of hypocrisy. Oh, and a million-plus votes leaving at top speed. Don't tell us we're afraid of who we are when you've spent the entire season in mortal terror of yourself.

Y'know what I see in my own reflection? Someone who respects good singing far too much to ever vote for you.

So public suicide isn't a sin?