Does it really take virtually infinite depravity to become a liar, cheat, misfit, two-timer, loathsome old fiend, lawyer, or (oh my God) politician?
I have already made a vile threat to whoever wins the next election: if they blow it badly enough, I will appear in ghostly form, with an accordion, rattle around through the White House playing the dreaded song, "99 bottles of beer on the wall" for the rest of his term in office!
Or is that excessive? I mean, if I must endure that horror driving the Cub Pack or the Scout Troop to distant campouts, then why cannot I use that to torment a President into submission to the will of ther American People?