Scott Brown will have to run again in 2012 if he wants to retain his newly acquired senate seat. But will he be running for that seat or a much more influential one? Forgive me as I delve into pure speculation.

The one sliver of optimism that kept me buoyed during this first year of the Obama Administration, a year in which much has been expected and little, to this point, has been returned, was the paucity of formidable heavyweights standing on the opposite side of the ring. It was the fact that when I looked forward to the presidential election of 2012, I could not see any truly viable contenders for the Republicans. That may have changed last night.

Now, I will admit that I know very little about the new Republican senator from Massachusetts, Scott Brown. I know little about his policies or his background. But I do know the important things. And when I say ‘the important things’, I mean the various tidbits about senator Brown that would make him very attractive to the conservative and independent voters who will be yearning for a bewitching alternative to Obama come 2012.

Brown’s a good old boy who drives a pickup, but can’t be too rednecky for the independents because he lives in one of the most liberal states in the union. He spent a brief period of his life on welfare. That should prove that while Martha’s Vineyard may be a few klicks away for the new senator, he’s no stranger to poverty. He got into a few scrapes when he was a young man, but he states that the violence was due to his sticking up for his mom and sisters. He’s like friggin’ John Wayne, this guy — only without the pansy real first name. In 1982, Brown posed nude for Cosmopolitan magazine. When you consider all of the assorted (and sordid) reasons why politicians have dropped their britches recently — Spitzer, Ensign, Edwards, Craig, Sanford — and you consider the fact that Brown doesn’t exactly look like Orrin Hatch, you must concede that a 1982 photo spread of this now happily married hunk appears incredibly tame in comparison.

I’m not saying that this is the guy the Republican party has been dreaming about. I mean, I’m sure they will feel him out for about, oh, a week or so before crowning him the savior they’ve been waiting for. But look at the alternatives they have for 2012. Just the thought of most of these people would give Republican voters a violent case of the trots.

Newt Gingrich is considering a run? Not even Newt Gingrich would vote for Newt Gingrich. He thought that guy died years ago. And in a way, he did. Sarah Palin? Please. “What newspapers do you read?” “All of ‘em.” “Who’s your favorite founding father?” “All of ‘em.” “Bullcrap, who’s your favorite?” “Well, I guess I would have to say, Colonel Sanders.” Okay, I made that last part up, but you see my point. Palin will pop and fizzle by 2012. Mike Huckabee? He was my biggest fear until a few months ago when his own little Willie Horton situation reared its ugly head. Limbaugh? Come on. The bilious rhetoric works for a while. But you can only get so chummy with Satan before your voice becomes static and you are nothing more than a paper tiger.

So, we have a gray-hair, a narcissist, a Dukakis and a Darth Vader. These are our Republican choices? Blech!

So…what can Brown do for you? He’s young, handsome, Caucasian (I know. I hate to say it, but being from the south, I know it must be said), slightly experienced. Nobody knows who the hell he is or what he stands for and he has immediate mass appeal. Except for the being white part, he sounds a lot like another guy I know.

Obama and his cronies up on Capitol Hill better get their shit together but quick. The grooming for his replacement has already begun. And while Scott Brown may be guilty of showing off his package nearly 30 years ago, he may soon be described as being the “complete package” and the preeminent favorite for the White House in 2012.

I first heard this song about three or four months ago and it still makes my head bob. When I first heard it, I had an immediate idea of how the video would look. Boy, was I wrong. To be honest, this video seems a bit awkward and contrary to the lyrics of the song. But what do I know? The tune is still a tiny, four minute nugget of poppy bliss. And Kate Earl is a definite cutie (with talent!). So why complain?

A BOOB I said!!!

Mark McGwire finally admitted today that he used steroids during the majority of his major league baseball career. This includes 1998 when he broke the single-season home run record. Are any of us surprised?

McGwire, Bonds and Sosa should all be excommunicated from major league baseball. They should be forced to live in a soot covered tent city under some overpass in the middle of asscrack Nebraska — somewhere far away from the applause and adulation, away from the pop of flash bulbs and hard body swimsuit vixens. Those iniquitous frauds with their shriveled testicles and acne riddled backs should be stripped of their medals and their hardware and the tainted millions they earned while defecating on the thing they were supposed to love the most. None of these men should ever be given the opportunity to step foot inside of a big league ballpark again. And the doors to the Hall of Fame should be permanently slammed in their faces.

“Looking back, I wish I had never played during the steroid era,” McGwire said. You and me both, buddy. I saw you play in Busch stadium during your final year. I was nearly blinded by all the camera flashes that ignited the entire ballpark every time you stepped up to the plate. Better than sex, wasn’t it, Big Mac? I bet it was.

Every man deserves a second chance. I agree with that statement. Only, I don’t think you deserve a second chance in the majors. You had your chance. For a few glorious years, you were the king of the hill. Now, if you had any respect left for the game, you would just walk away and fade into the distance.

I hear Foot Locker is hiring.

in Tennessee. Not a frequent occurrence. But it gives me an excuse to post this video.

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