As the current election cycle in all its exquisite perversity has thus far illustrated, disillusionment with the political process can manifest itself in unexpected ways, ranging from the bizarre (large swaths of people supporting an abrasive, rug-headed rutabaga’s bid for the GOP nomination) to the downright terrifying (the very real prospect of said Charmin-coiffed mangelwurzel being elected President).
Throughout our nation’s history, people have vented their political frustrations through protests, rioting, boycotting elections altogether and, in recent years, taking it out on everyone you know on social media. (I get it, Aunt Betty. Hillary Clinton is a robot Nazi lizard sent from the future to suck out the soul of every living being. Now enough already with the Benghazi memes. Isn’t there a Planned Parenthood Twitter account you can troll?)
Back before social media
ruined humanity saved us all, those who didn’t want to riot or boycott engaged in the time-honored tradition of casting a vote for someone whose name does not even appear on the official ballot. And while no write-in candidate has ever been a serious factor in a presidential election, that doesn’t mean they aren’t entertaining on a sociological level.