Last week we heard Gene Simmons of the rock band Kiss predict that Rick Perry would be the next president. This week country rock cult musician and writer Kinky Friedman came out for Perry. A self described Democrat, Friedman came in fourth in a six man race when he ran against Perry as an independent in the 2006 Texas gubernatorial election,
I have been quoted as saying that when I die, I am to be cremated, and the ashes are to be thrown in Rick Perry's hair. Yet, simply put, Rick Perry and I are incapable of resisting each other's charm. He is not only a good sport, he is a good, kindhearted man, and he once sat in on drums with ZZ Top. A guy like that can't be all bad. When I ran for governor of Texas as an independent in 2006, the Crips and the Bloods ganged up on me. When I lost, I drove off in a 1937 Snit, refusing to concede to Perry. Three days later Rick called to give me a gracious little pep talk, effectively talking me down from jumping off the bridge of my nose. Very few others were calling at that time, by the way. Such is the nature of winning and losing and politicians and life. You might call what Rick did an act of random kindness. Yet in my mind it made him more than a politician, more than a musician; it made him a mensch.
These days, of course, I would support Charlie Sheen over Obama. Obama has done for the economy what pantyhose did for foreplay. Obama has been perpetually behind the curve. If the issue of the day is jobs and the economy, Rick Perry is certainly the nuts-and-bolts kind of guy you want in there.