You know why I am so crazy about Sarah Palin? She reminds me of so many women that I’ve known over the hundred-some years I’ve strode this earth — my mama, both of my grandmothers, old girlfriends, all of my ex-wives, my nieces, new girlfriends, my stepdaughter, and most of all, my sainted Mini-Me daughter. Not a single one did not grab by the bull by the horns and get on down to nut-cutting time. Many horns were grabbed, and many nuts got cut. And I don’t even mean that in a way that might make nancies men cringe if they’re of a different breed from us Texans…I guess you gotta actually go through nut-cutting time to know in your heart what I mean, but I’m trying to get the concept across to you here, so listen up, fools. It’s as simple as TCB, or ABC.

I’ll let you in on another little secret — John McCain does not do 1/100th for me that Palin does. Hell, I might even register to vote, and if I do, it’s gonna be for her, not Mac. My admiration for the man is pretty high, but I think he’s going to be a shitty president, if he gets there. No, my long-term hope is that my grandkids will have a Sarah Palin as an example of Presidential timber. The bottom line is that it worked out pretty damn well for Teddy Roosevelt, and I pray with all my heart that there’s still a little bit of Teddy in all of us.

OK, then — got NASCAR to watch. Talk amongst yourselves.