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The Man Who Would be King

     . . . So Tim, the man who would be King--that's our Tim, Tiny Tim--the hunk who used to be our Governor, the very mention of whose name makes your heart race, the same Tim who never saw a tax he liked nor a user fee he could not tolerate, who left the State about . . . oh, six billion dollars in the hole, none of which was his fault because he always made it clear that he was opposed to spending more than you had, and that is why he cut taxes, is running for President.

It isn't easy to become President.  There is that budget thing, of course, and other people want to become President, too.  Our very own Michele, the Belle of Stillwater and Anoka, something of a hunk in her own right, is looking extremely presidential, in an odd sort of way.  And then there is Newt--he wants to be King, too--as soon as the vows of celibacy return to him.

The field is crowded with unannounced candidates, including a Burger King, who wants to be King.  Herman Cain is a name to be reckoned with, I reckon.

Anyway, in the field of people like that, Tim Pawlenty has to carve out an image, a leadership position, a throne to call his own.  He is starting in Iowa, a state very close to his heart; it being a place he has not chosen to be Governor of.  Not yet, but he does love Iowa!

Tim has announced an exploratory committee.  He hired people to help him explore.  He hired Benjamin Foster, for instance, who was just arrested for what Iowa techically calls, "Being Stinking Drunk and Trying to get Into the Wrong House in the Wrong Town".  But, of course, Ben is just 24, and not used to being lost trying to break into the wrong house.

Think of it as a misstep.  It is going to be a long Republican primary.
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