Rick Perry has entered the race for 2012. He side-stepped Iowa, where the rest of the GOP front-runners took the bait on a ridiculously dumb question regarding tax cuts. He refused to take part in a circus show where candidates had to play nice with Ron Paul’s bleacher baboons, the kind that hoot and holler like drunken frat boys whenever he opens his mouth and says things like, oh, it’s not really that big of a deal if Iran acquires nukes… (and the scary thing is, Ron Paul’s followers aren’t even drunk!)
In a political nano-second, former Clinton adviser Paul Pegala pulled some rhetorical diarrhea from his butt and began flinging it in Perry’s direction:
Even among state representatives, even among Texas Aggies (graduates of this cute remedial school we have in Texas), Perry stood out for his modest intellectual gifts. Hell, he got a C in animal breeding. I have goats who got an A in that subject. But lack of brains has never been a hindrance in politics…
Rick Perry threw his hair in the ring on Saturday. His entrance into the GOP presidential field can be a game changer. Perry can raise money as well as Mitt. He can rally the base as well as Michele Bachmann, and he will say or do anything—annnnnnnyyyyyyything—to win. And in today’s Republican Party, if you want to be the nominee you have to be willing to do some really crazy s**t.
First of all, at least the world knows what Rick Perry’s grades were—even if they happened to be unspectacular. Maybe he spent his youth doing hard drugs—one thing Barack Obama has admitted to. The world still doesn’t know what President Obama’s grades were (perhaps they’re locked away inside a Tootsie Pop?) Regardless, the fact that Perry was smart enough to sit out Iowa shows he’s got political savvy.
The more important point is that Begala is on to something with Perry—the phony factor stink test certainly comes up positive. There’s a John Edwardsonian aura to him that’s undeniable. The perfect hair. The perfect suits. The choreographed stump-speeches he can give in his sleep all reek of a sleazy (career) politician with either something to hide or a Machiavellian mean streak a mile long.
But should Paul Begala, a guy who defended Bill “it depends on what the definition of ‘is’ is” Clinton, be the one sounding the alarm? No one listens to Paul Begala except inside-the-Beltway types who make The Daily Beast one of their morning reads before work.
Rick Perry will be thoroughly vetted by the media if he gains traction—as he should be. It’s just sad that the process takes a long time because guys like Paul Begala are on the officiating crew.