I would give Richard’s left nut (the one he calls Nutty Fuzzell) to go to the Rally to Restore Sanity in Washington, D.C. on October 30th. I’m serious about that, but since I don’t know anyone interested in giving me enough money for Nutty to make the trip feasible, I guess his right nut will still have a friend to play with. (When I read this paragraph to Richard, he suggested I describe his left nut as polite, standoffish and quite a handful. See what I have to deal with?)
I want to go because I’m a huge (check out my butt the next time you’re behind me) Jon Stewart fan. In Waiting for Karl Rove he gets almost as much print as Rove. What’s not to love? He’s funny, charming and so damn smart I’d vote for him…to be my best friend in the whole wide world. <— alliteration
Instead of going to Washington, I’m going to the Austin Satellite Rally to Restore Sanity. I couldn’t find a single liberal to go with me. One friend had a college reunion. Another had to teach a class. My daughter wants nothing to do with me. (Kidding. She claims to have two small children and there are Halloween things going on.)
So…ultra-conservative Richard will be dropping me off to hang out with 5000 sane strangers while he visits his parents. Richard and his dad will probably spend three hours discussing electric work, the Dallas Cowboys (Richard could care less, but his dad is a fan), the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, how liberals are destroying the country, and the hotness level of Sarah Palin. Richard’s mother will probably mention hanging out at the firehouse with the hot firemen.
I’ll be over at the rally by myself, making 5000 new friends who get satire.