Last fall, while having a beer and talking local politics at Jim's Tap in Brookings, the young woman accompanying my nephew blurted out to us that she had been groped when she was a teenager by her chiropractor.
"Here in Brookings?" I asked. She nodded her head, then tears filled her eyes. "Who was it? Have you ever told anyone?" my nephew asked. She shook her head.
So, this nephew's dad is the IT guy for a certain socialist college town languishing sleepily on an eastern prairie so I asked him, if there was email evidence in a city's servers of crimes committed, could it be accessed? He assured me that it is not that hard when you know where to look.
The word "unelectable" is unavoidable.