Essentially, I was powwowing with the Kinkster, and was part of team that convinced him to lower his sights a bit for next year’s Texas elections. He was afire and set to take another crack at the Governor’s race except this time, he wanted to go as the Democrat’s nominee, instead as an independent. This didn’t sit too well with some Texas Democrats who still blames Kinky for Governor Perry’s re-election victory in ’06 (those dunderheads forget that it was a four way race, in which the combined vote of the three losers didn’t come close to Perry’s vote count. Nevermind, soreheads will always be soreheads). Things were starting to get silly when Kinky’s hairdresser entered the race. I’m going, “Lord, please let this be not another ’06 fiasco!”, and lo’ and behold, a sane qualified person entered the Texas Democratic gubernatorial race, one that commanded the respect of the Kinkster and fellow Texas Democrats. But Kinky was not exactly going to drop out. He wanted to run for something, something meaningful, something close to his ideals. So, Jim Hightower takes Kinky into the other suite at the hotel and ‘splains what being the Agriculture Commish entails. Kinky listened, liked what he heard, and felt he could make the most impact in that job. My gosh, this may be the first real job the Kinkster has ever held if elected. I’d rather Kinky would have lowered his sights further, like running for a local seat in the Texas Senate, but the Kinkster wouldn’t hear of it. Besides, no cigars are allowed on the Texas Senate floor. So, there you have it. God bless The Kinkster and Happy Hanukkah and may the God Of Your Choice Go With You!