Political Sex

And I don’t mean ‘Boob’ as in “I love boobies…” I mean it as in dunce, fool, goof, goon, etc. Al Franken is not a Boob. People think he’s some kind of crazy comedian, some wacky guy coming to Washington – did you watch him on SNL, he wasn’t even that funny. What do people think he’s going to do?

He’s not going to burst through the Senate doors five minutes after the session started, carrying a box of melted ice cream, run down the aisle, trip, somersault all the way to the bottom and sit there and start eating the ice cream. But the ice cream was all melted and nothing is in the box… ah, but he looks down and sees some spilt on his tie. So he lifts his tie and starts licking it, then he looks around, holds the tie up and says, “That’s good.”

That’s probably not going to happen. Whatever he’s done in his past he did it because it was his job… No matter how terrible, horrible, gawd-awful he was at being a radio host, he was doing his job; how terrible his Stuart Smalley movie was, he was doing his job; supposedly he was a good writer on SNL, but not a funny actor, doing his job. When he gets to Washington, D.C. he’ll do his job.

I know what you’re thinking, and no, I am not a fan of Al Franken; I have no idea how he’ll be as a politician. And I don’t even like him that much – I met him once and he was funny-looking and smelled weird. True story.

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