I was a political junkie before I could speak. Or thereabouts. I was half-nerd, half-savant.

But my political addiction isn’t satisfied by election night anymore. The modern era has washed away the suspense of who our next POTUS will be. Metadata so windy and circuitous is now placed on a variety of gigantic iPads, telling us who our Commander-in-Chief will be a month before the election. All this because of some focus group in Pignuts, Iowa, and other places like it, where you can find every conceivable breakdown of the “real” American man/woman, the human avatar representing each variation on the human being: black, white, Latino, Asian, reader of the Bible, lover of the the Bible, gun carrier, lover of his/her gun, would-be performer of coitus with his/her gun if so allowed by a particular state (and... Read More