We at the Strickin try to stay out of American political affairs as much as possible. Why? Because the field of politics, unlike the field of internet comedy, is usually quite serious (boring), actually has an effect on the real world (double boring), and contains little to no cats doing un-catlike things (triple-bored jackpot). In humor there are some constants as to what is funny and what is not funny. For example, exploding furniture? Funny. Jell-o? Hilarious. Lymph nodes? Never funny. It's a universally understood thing. In politics, however, what's funny to one person can be viewed as an offer to light a puppy on fire for someone of an opposing view. Sometimes they'll hate what you're saying simply for the sake of trashing the other side, even if they personally agree with what you said. So humor and politics, much like ninjas and pirates, do not usually play well together. But this time I simply could not keep myself away. The Republican presidential candidates in one way or another have all offered themselves up to be metaphorical fodder for the metaphorical cannon of metaphorical metaphors. We've covered it in part before, but that just scratched the surface of the hilarity that refers to itself as the GOP (Gentlemen Oblivious to Pain) primaries. At first it looked to be a seven, maybe even eight (if Sarah Palin finally stopped putzin' around) person race. Thankfully for your attention spans, the field has been narrowed down to four candidates. For the sake of the lulz, I've assigned them all nicknames that accurately portray a main story surrounding their campaign. I will not, however, go into their individual views, since those are readily available on any other site, anywhere. And that's not how we roll here.
