Since seeing the results of the midterm elections,

a man’s worst fears are being realized – the

country is inhabited, by and large, with people

like his fifth grade classmate Ralph, who is

remembered for being the kid who always

played pocket pool when he stood in front

of the class to recite something while the

teacher Mrs. Allen, never one known for

patience, yelled, “Ralph, Get your hands out

of your pants!” and he was the kid who

when asked where his homework was could

never think of another excuse and always

said, “Mrs. Allen, my dog ate it.” In terms

of Political Philosophy, does that make the

man a Hamiltonian, Jeffersonian or just

depressed?