We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Philosophy 101: you cannot prove an absolute negative.
A cynic, of galactic scope, saying America, nor, indeed, the world, doesn't have "chocolate."
Well, you show me the evidence of this better-than-Earth chocolate, to an extent we on Earth can't call what we call "chocolate" chocolate, the raves are so out-of-this-world about, supposedly, and I will subscribe to this planet "It" notion I've previously not heard of you arouse.
Not knowing, but caring enough to mention strangely, the difference between didactic and pedantic, I throw caution to the wind and declare:
Beyond an explanation of this new planet/universe/concept of It, I should hope in the future the comma is used more when appropriate, by all.
In the multiverse, there are planets composed entirely of chocolate (or anything else, for that matter).