How to Kill Your Career In Politics – A Guide
September 25th, 2006
In light of the recent allegations against George Allen, I feel that I should come clean now…before someone else beats me to it. So if you are faint of heart, turn away now. Otherwise…read on…
So this is the truth as it is, since some day I hope to have a small career in politics. Damn my Canadian blood which makes me ineligible for Presidency, but amazingly witty and attractive…but I can lower my expectations, and deal with Senator, or Governor or something. So here it is.
- I have made, laughed, and continue to listen to jokes that are racially insensitive, to pretty much every race on earth (except perhaps the Norwegian, no one pays attention to them). My favorite is as follows:
- I have laughed at jokes that degrade and poke fun at the mentally handicapped, and the physically handicapped. I will probably continue to do so in the future…it’s out of my control. I think this affliction is genetic, I really can’t help myself.
- I have consumed liquor, to the point of drunkenness. This is how most of my public political conversations have been started. I have drunk in excess more…far more…than once.
- I have sped on the highway. For this I am not sorry. That does in fact make me a sociopath.
- Once I punched my brother about his stomach and chest area.
- I was present with my wife when she accidentally brought a small keychain knife onto a plane when we were visiting the motherland (oh Canada…). I was also there when the Canadians found said knife at their checkpoint. The American side missed it.
- Sometimes I blame my gas on the dogs. They’re pugs, so it’s totally reasonable to believe they are at fault. (Caveat – sometimes I forget to flush. She threatens divorce.)
- When I was young, I shoplifted…I got caught, but I still tried. For this I am sorry.
- I have lied to my parents, my grandparents, and therefore by proxy, as they are members of this country, the American people.
- I started this web page when I was a registered Independent.
- I have called in sick to work in the past, when I was in fact, not sick, but just tired.
- Once…I faked it.
- I got a ticket for littering. I had to pick up garbage for the county of San Diego.
- I have seen XXX movies…again, more than once.
- I have gambled illegally over a miniature golf game. I won five dollars, and my pride back.
- I sometimes tip less that 15%, when the service sucks.
- I enjor beer too much. To me it is an artform, perfected by the Belgians, made cheap and watery in the USA.
- *To be filled in on my soon approaching birthday weekend.*
What is twelve inches long, and white.
Nothing!

This is my confession. Keep it a secret…because at some point, this can come back to haunt me. Now can I run for Congress?

Wait…you faked it? Is that possible?
Don’t forget you drunkenly jumped off of buildings and damaged private property (the sad bush outside my apartment in Texas.) For shame.
AHA!!! I see Cartoon-boy sipping instead of actually drinking. Another political career in the making. Why? It is kind of like not inhaling.
Shhhuuunnn the non-sippers,
GoingThere
The shrubbery was unharmed…I bear no burden of responsibility. I blame strong Texas beer.
oooohhh…shifting blame. You will be GREAT in politics!
I forsee that your queer taste in music (yes I still use the word “queer” in the non PC negative meaning with which the word was intended to be used) will prove a speed bump at the very least when made public. The remedy? Happy you asked…Immediately sell any cd you own that features males whining in falsetto, and since it’s doubtful that you’ll get the original purchase price that was your manhood, settle at nothing less than five dollars a cd so you can still fool your naive fanbase into thinking you are a Capitalist at your core. “StoutRepublican.com” will almost certainly become your base of online political operations, so will need to discontinue any music reviews and replace them with a “Mandatory Megadeth Flashback” feature once per week to tip the sexual preference scale a little more towards hetro (when the Megadeth surplus is exhausted, other features such as “All Eyes On Asia” can be discussed). The occurance of resurfacing music reviews from the past is almost unavoidable, denial is the best damage control in these circumstances. If such rumors persist a “spontanious public punch in the face” will win the respect back of any waivering fence-riders. Be certain to use your left hand however, quelling the gay rumors will be hard enough as is. Kiss whichever wife you end up with (I’m rooting for you Amanda) often and with lots of tongue, sometimes following it with the universal “Rock On” sign and a David Lee Roth jump kick.
Heed my advise and that unfortunate Canadian blood will be no obsticle to your ultimate goal: King of America.
Hail to the King baby!