The Taste of Freedom

Everybody asks me who I’m going to endorse for president. I’m glad to have all the attention, but feel more comfortable endorsing a particular brand of washing machine (Buy Lin-tex - get your clothes heroically clean!).

But today, the Huckabee campaign reminded me why I’m actually incapable of making decisions.

“A governor makes decisions. A senator doesn’t make decisions; a senator sits and listens and learns and casts votes.”

That’s an incredibly good point. I’ve never been a senator or an executive. I don’t decide, I don’t cast. I roll.

There’s been a lot of talk about Dynasty lately, and I’m not talking about a crappy but hugely successful TV show that helped break up the Soviet Empire. I’m talking about the next president.

People worry about the president’s last name, and the fear that we’ll spend the next seventy years in a Bush-Clinton-Bush-Clinton-Gush-Klingon presidential spiral vortex. But is this new? I don’t think so. Vice President Al Gore’s father was a Senator from Tennessee. President John Adams had a son John Quincy Adams, who not only was also president, but had a hit TV show.

Former Senator Bob Dole and his wife, current Senator Elizabeth Dole, are related to the pineapple.
Then there’s John F. Kennedy, who was related to that annoying MTV girl.

Then there’s House Minority Leader John Boehner, whose last name is pronounced “boner”. I’m just saying.