As the presidential election approaches, he finds that those weak nerves have entered a state of constant agitation. After a day of television, radio, newspapers, internet and conversation, he slams the door behind himself, sags backward and trembles uncontrollably, like a little bunny harried across the field by a pack of any hounds. Oh, it's very sad.
And yet, like those morons ahead of you when they pass a highway accident, he simply cannot look away. Instead, he rubbernecks.
And this won't help: Pollster.com, linked above, with its pages and pages of aggregated poll results, reduced to brutally simple charts. You can count electoral votes like a CNN talking head, look at Texas and weep, or at Florida and feel the sweat on your brow. (Oh, and we pause here to offer a fraternal blessing to the Rev. Mother You-Know-Who, fighting the good fight for Missouri's eleven hotly contested electoral votes).
It's fun. It's fascinating. And afterward, you need a scotch chased with Librium.