HBO spent ten years and hundreds of millions of dollars in a build-up to who would win “Game of Thrones.” Over eight seasons, a small army of candidates warred and schemed to rule the fantasy realm of Westeros.

Thousands died. Cities were leveled. The dead rose and heroes and villains fell. Dragons were deployed as weapons of mass destruction.

In the end, almost none of that mattered. The new king was appointed in secret by a committee of power brokers, an “Electoral College” nobody elected. One character at least paid lip service to the quaint concept of giving the “common folk” a say in choosing their rulers and was immediately laughed down.

“Should we let dogs vote, too?” a fellow fat cat quipped. Then the group gave the job to a robotic weirdo who didn’t really want it. This absentee king then abdicated the actual functions of government to the cronies who installed him.

If you’ve never watched the show, all you really need to know is that it ended like a Lackawanna County election. Call it “Game of Da Trones.”

On Tuesday, common folk can send a message to a small army of schemers and cronies who govern like the county is a fantasy realm: “Game over.” How many of the common folk will bother to participate remains to be seen, but this much is undoubtedly true: The difference between rulers and representatives is decided by the vote.

Dogs vote with their teeth. On Tuesday, the common folk should follow their lead.