Politics provides limited choices for most of us. It is as if we are outside the restaurant and it’s midnight. Midnight by the dumpster of the political fund-raiser. The choices we have are to eat the food that falls on the ground, or the food that makes it into the dumpster. Oh joyous choice. There is never a third choice with an idea. Just another variant of the same happy fizzies party. Candidates from the alley will never be more than servants at the party. Guests in name only.