So, Grace Slick calls me up with a great idea for Ron Paul’s running mate. None other than Kinky Friedman, she says.
“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.
Red Shoes are Better than Bacon 
Jennifer — The sainted Obama is constantly telling us we must abandon our old ways of political thinking. Taking that garden path (the one paved with good intentions), I suggest a Paul-Paul ticket — RuPaul, that is. Can you think of a better mating: a white Texas congressman with a Georgia-born Manhattanite black transvestite. That must cover enough voting blocs to add up to around 73.27% of the American voting public. (PJ O’Rourke says you can always tell when someone is lying with statistics: they insist on the fantastical detail of numbers to the hundredths.) Of course, I have noticed one thing about us libertarians. When you start adding on coalition partners, the totals decrease rather than increase.
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