(* You’re only going to get the joke in the title if you watch “The Hoobs” and you only watch “The Hoobs” if you have little kids, and I don’t know if it’s broadcast in the States. It’s a British
series.)
As everybody knows, there are 4 candidates still in the race for the Republican nomination for which candidate is going to lose to Obama in November. The thing is, everybody knows wrong. Up until today, there were 7. Of course, the press didn’t give a whole lot of coverage to Fred Karger (the gay candidate), Gary Johnson (who, like Ron Paul, is at least in favor of legalizing marijuana) and Buddy Roemer, whose big issue was getting the big money out of politics, which meant he was getting creamed by Romney, who spends millions of dollars per state and has the nearly unanimous backing of the party establishment, Newt Gingrich, who has a quirky Las Vegas gambling billionaire bankrolling his campaign and Rick Santorum, who also has a weird megarich backer, Foster Friess, who doesn’t think women should have sex.
Ron Paul, like Roemer, is depending mostly on small donations. He’s doing better than Roemer, but he’s also being left in the dust by dog abuser Romney, religious nut Santorum and evil marshmallow Gingrich.
Taking the money out of politics is a noble goal, but doing it unilaterally means you will lose the election. You may disapprove of guns but if you go to a gunfight without one, on principle, you would be making a big mistake.
So, Buddy Roemer (who was governor of Louisiana for awhile, about 20 years ago) has dropped out of the Republican race. He’ll run as an independent.
He’s still not going to be taken seriously. In every U.S. presidential election, there are a half dozen or so fringe candidates – communist, socialist, libertarian, green, church of cosmic vibrations, whatever – and they get about 1% of the vote between all of them.
Once, on a road trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, we picked up a hitch-hiker who said he had run for president several times. His big issue was that he totally rejected money, didn’t believe in it. We bought him a meal, paid for his ticket on the roller coaster in the casino at State Line, and dropped him off somewhere after that.
He was a pleasant enough character, interesting to talk to and polite, but I didn’t remember his name a half an hour after he got out of the car and I certainly wasn’t ever tempted to vote for him.
