Tim is Selling Buicks!

Tim Polenta's pride is never having raised taxes while he was Governor of Minnesota, although he left the State budget five or six billion dollars in debt. Then there was all that borrowing from the education budget, and a curious necessity for property taxes to rise to make up for what the State refused to pay, and "fees" began to sprout like virtuous weeds.

Tiny Tim wants to save our nation, too. Today he said he will announce that tomorrow. Ah, he is a tease, that Tim!

The Republican field of candidates for the Presidency is a loony bin--tea bags, no-government-is-the-best-government, hamburger hucksters, Jesus-is-my-advisor types, and half-governors. Only Mitt Rummy and Tim Polanta (so far) even seem serious. Tim knows that. He admitted that Mitt will have a lot more money than he. Mitt, he said, is a Mercedes. Tim says he is a Buick.

Actually, Mitt has inherited American Motors money, and Tim is more of a Miata than a Mercedes, but he says he is a Buick.

About forty years ago, students invited me to a party in their funky, old dorm. "Sure!" I said. It was a time when students wanted to believe that they were not alone, resisting war, in believing that they were being lied to.

I heard someone, who started celebrating early, rush to the bathroom and throw up.

"It's OK," his friend said. "He's selling Buicks."

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