I would like to think that I am a pioneer in the field of Hermaneutics. Ever since Herman Cain stole the show at the first Republican presidential debate, I have been a fan of the pizza man, who also goes by “The Hermanator” and Citizen Cain. If asked whether he has a chance, my instinct as a Cainiac would be to blurt out “Yes, he Cain!” — but I am not Abel, because my editors would raise Cain. It turns out I have a lot of company in my affection for the guy from Godfather’s Pizza.