“How about McCain naming Kinky as his running mate?” I ask.
“Kinky’s not going to go there,” she tells me.
“McCain could dump his plastic wife and marry Kinky,” I suggest, thinking that McCain could get some of the liberal and gay vote that way. Stranger things have happened in the name of politics, you know.
“No, no, a thousand times no. It’s Paul – Friedman. It’s time we had two Texans on the ballot. And Kinky’s slept in the White House twice, under two different administrations. And just think about the voters who’ll think they’re voting for Paul Friedman.”
I give the notion some more thought. 30 seconds is all it takes to know that this has got to be the winning ticket. Please, someone out there in Blog-O-Land, tell Ron Paul to recruit Kinky Friedman this very minute. I think we may be on to something.