Cain May Not Be Able...

The field for the republican nomination for president is now set in stone...if not the stone-age.

New Jersey Governor, Chris Christie, waddled off the national stage this past week and I might add he did it with great good grace and humor. He made fun of his weight and the political pundits who treat politics as if it were a horse race or a video game.

Half-governor, Sara Palin, followed suit. From her front porch, overlooking downtown Russia, she told the world that the Presidency of the U.S. is just a title and she doesn't need it.

 The world is grateful. And so we're left with Michele and the 7 dwarfs who square off again this week in a televised debate. The last time this gang got together Texas governor, Rick Perry, was swallowing the group like a giant python. Then he choked. He told the crowd, who had just finished booing a soldier serving in Iraq because he's gay, that it takes heart to help the children of illegals pay for college.

And a few days later we found out that the family hunting club went by a name only Herman Cain would repeat (more on him in a minute). Mitt Romney moved up a little but now we know he's part of a cult, courtesy of Perry's Pastor (mormonism is not a cult it's a religion)

And so the big gun this week is Cain, the only black candidate in the field, who's doing his best to emulate a Judas goat. With black unemployment hovering at 40% in some cities he told us if you don't have a job "that's your fault." Judas goats were trained to befriend cattle and sheep then lead them to the slaughter while their own lives were spared. Most of the world has outlawed the practice.