Last year, I quit my job at AOL and Engadget to join a small internet publishing startup and help build what would become The Verge and Vox Media.

But then my aspirations grew into something more. Something special and spiritual in nature. Some would call it a higher power. Some might even call it a high. What was I saying? Man, I'm hungry.

My name is Ross Miller and I'm asking you to write me in as your next President of the United States of America.

Middle class? Gone. High class and low class, too. Or is it top and bottom classes? It doesn't matter. Who likes classes? Not students, that's for sure — or as I'd like to say, future Ross Miller voters. Which brings me to my point about eliminating school altogether... but that's for another time.

Foreign policy. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. Hell, I've even seen nine versions of Blade Runner — and I've read the unabridged "Good and Bad Parts" version of S. Morgenstern's The Princess Bride. No one else can say those things. No one, that's who.

Global warming? Sounds awesome, this sweater is itchy. Gravity? If NASA can't upgrade it from theory to fact, how can we trust what it says about the moon?

Then there's net neutrality. Which is a thing, apparently.

Friends, we live in uncertain times. And only I can promise you complete uncertainty — but hey, at least that's a sure thing.

Adi Robertson can come. And Nilay Patel. And sure, Paul Miller, too. Hi.

My name is Ross Miller, and damnit, I approve this message and thirty thousand more. #RossMiller2012

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