As my husband and I sat logging in a few more hours of mindless political punditry, I found myself distracted by the fact that Ted Cruz’ nose looks freakishly like that of the Tin Man, which of course, got me to thinking that this year’s race to the White House is a metaphorical Wizard of Oz. Barring the physical resemblance Cruz has to the Tin Man, it is not a stretch to think of him standing alone in a field hoping someone will pass by, notice him and oil him. Then there’s Trump who, like the Scarecrow, is missing a brain. Perhaps Megyn Kelly could pose the same question that Dorothy asked, “How do you talk if you don’t have a brain?” To which I’m sure The Donald would echo the Scarecrow’s response, “Well, some people without brains do an awful lot of talking don’t they?” I also can’t help but compare Bernie Sanders to the Cowardly Lion since his constant floppy-wrist, finger wagging is evocative of the Lion raising his fists and snarling, “Put ‘em up, put ‘em up!” And of course we have Marco Rubio, nipping at our heels like Toto hoping we don’t forget him. After all, 2020 isn’t that far away! And last but not least, there’s Almira Gulch, I mean Hillary, traversing the countryside screeching, “Just try and stay out of my way. Just try.” Or maybe she is more like Elphaba, whose well-intentioned good deeds have simply been misconstrued her whole life. But this Almira/Elphaba mystery may never be solved, unless of course a spunky teenage girl accidentally throws a bucket of water on her (which I am not, repeat, NOT suggesting.) Guess we’ll just have to wait until November to find out who will stand behind the curtain. In the meantime, maybe the country will collectively wake-up and realize that this has all been a concussive induced nightmare. Until then, not only is there no place like home, there is also no place like America.