How does a Republican discover all the ghosts in his closet? Run for President.
Though not a Republican, I'd be a great candidate. As I made my announcement, some blogger would ask, “How many speeding tickets have you had?”
A California cop asked me that once.
I was NOT intending to be a smart aleck, but I came across as one: "You mean in my life?" "Yeah, in your life.”
I knew that if I’d told him, “There have been so many, I can’t remember,” I was gonna get another one.
So I dropped into my deepest native Southern drawl and said, "Wail, Ah got mah furst un ‘n 1970. I was driving my Daddy's ’65 Jeep Wagoneeyer. Three on the tree with the 258 straight six. I was doin' 54 in a 40. I didn't get another until...Wail, I was driving the Torino, '71 with a 302, in Memphis. It was ’73...no '74.”
At that point, I said to myself, “If he allows me to get to the end of this, I’m going to jail.” Fortunately, he’d tired of my Jeff Foxworthy imitation. He said, "No, no, no, I mean THIS year." My truthful response: "My license is clean."
See, he was asking ‘bout my California license. He didn’t ask about my less-clean Tennessee license. (This was pre-September 11.) A good ol’ boy will never lie to you, but he might not tell the whole truth, especially if you don’t ask for it.
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