There are certain rules in Texas.  One of them is:  Do not pick on somebody’s favorite crazy old uncle.  That just ain’t good manners.  Crazy old uncles are a protected species in Texas.

Even though this is the first time they’ve ever met (no, seriously, that’s true), Rick Perry did not display Texas brotherhood to Ron Paul.  More pictures have come out.  Here’s the other one.

Notice that Perry is grabbing his arm.  Notice the finger in his face.

This is a true story.  I have witnesses.  Years ago, we had a crooked district court judge around here.  I began writing about him in the newspaper.  He was a large man and I weighed all of 110 pounds at the time.  He cornered me in front of a crowd at the courthouse and began talking at me through clinched teeth with a finger shaking in my face.   I was scared.  I looked at that finger in my face and the devil made me reach out and bite it.  Hard.  And not let go.  He wet his pants.  No, really.  He wet his pants.  It shocked him so badly that he wet his pants.  So did three or four people just watching it.  There is a happy ending to this story:  Nobody in this town has ever shook their finger in my face since then.  Most of them think I’m crazy and I do not give them any proper reason to dissuade them from that belief.

I’m sending Ron Paul a letter today that says, “Ayn Rand would bite his finger.”

I would pay cash American money to watch Rick Perry wet his pants.  And you know you would, too.

There’s not a grand jury in this entire state who would  indict a man for biting a finger being shook in his face.  Not a one.

Thanks to Janette for the heads-up.