With only six weeks left in this year’s awards season, just when it was looking like it was a two-way tie between Anthony Weiner and Ted Cruz, out of nowhere comes the surely unbeatable candidate for Political Asshole of the Year, Rob Ford.  Not wanting to offend other fat people by placing him in that category, this blubbery, shiny browed numbskull, after several weeks of denial, (and presumably conferring with his mayoral brain trust), stepped up to the microphone on Tuesday and emphatically invoked the “One of My Drunken Stupors” defense of his crack use, permanently relegating the once popular “Twinky”, (I don’t think the new Twinkies qualify anyway), defense to asterisk prominence at best.

Hey, if Torontoans want to tolerate this moron, that’s their problem.  But, as Rob may be this year’s poster child for the worst in political leadership, his behavior is merely the Mad Magazine version of a pandemic of badly behaving public servants.  Obama has lost his ability to tell the simple truth, (we can handle it, by the way, no matter what Jack says), Harry Reid is mucking up the Farm Bill with a bogus Cat Fish inspection add-on leading us toward the lactose cliff that comes with $30/per gallon milk prices, (that translates to a $30 scoop of Chunky Monkey), and most of the Republicans spend their time and our money looking for things to dismantle without a hint of a constructive idea.  JFK is probably rolling over in his fifty-year-old grave, (maybe looking for Marilyn’s remains), but I’m thinking that with marijuana being the fastest growing industry in our country, pretty soon, who’s gonna care, man?