If we don’t trust one another to elect a good sheriff, and we don’t trust anyone else to appoint a good sheriff, and we don’t trust anyone to oversee or remove the sheriff, what’s left? There was an answer, of sorts, just about a year ago, with the brief tenure of (made for TV) Los Angeles County Sheriff Bill Hollister, a part Dirty Harry, part Lone Ranger deputy’s deputy for the thin sliver of 2020 that preceded lockdowns, anti-police-brutality protests and bogus claims of election fraud. In the Fox series “Deputy,” the elected sheriff dies, triggering an obscure passage in the 170-year-old Los Angeles County charter that hands the office to “the longest-serving member of his mounted posse” until the next election. Hollister suddenly and unexpectedly is granted the top job not by the voters, because that would involve politics, and not by the Board of Supervisors, because that would make him beholden to politicians, but by act of God. He’s sheriff by immaculate selection.