While ten years of living indoors and being treated for cancer have removed the dark complexion which is so predominant in the photos taken at my wedding, there was a time that under both the Obama and McCain definitions, I was a Latino! (As my handle indicates, I’m a Cajun, so I’m partly Latino even without the blessing of the Presidential front-runners, and even without a genealogical chart which featured people with surnames like Cortez… I just can’t speak Spanish worth a damn.)

This is going to be one of those elections where, as the creators of South Park once said, our choices are between a douche and a turd sandwich. And even so it matters which one we pick, because there are degrees of dismalness.