I have a book written by Kilgore Trout (a pseudonym for Robert Silverberg, IIRC), titled "Venus on the Half Shell". One chapter in the book concerns the "Prison Planet", where everyone has been caught at some peccadillo or another. Everyone has jobs in the prison, so the prison managers effectively run the planet. The more I see who Cheeto von Tweeto runs with, the more I harken back to that story. Pretty soon we'll have a country run by the inmates. 
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
