Shortly after comparing gays to alcoholism, Texas Governor Rick Perry met with a Jewish reporter at a deli in Beverly Hills, California.  Bad crap happened.

For staters:

Perry took a moment to appreciate his surroundings. “I’m more Jewish than you think I am,” he told me. “I read the part of the Bible that said the Jews are God’s chosen people.”

Well, dude, God did not chose you in the Republican Presidential debates.

Perry told me that he loves California, vacations in San Diego annually, visits the state about six times a year and might even move here in January when he’s done with his 14-year stint running Texas. That is, if he does not somehow decide to run for president.

Rick, Babe, me and about 300 of my friends are headed to Austin to help you pack up the moving van.

“When I step out of my current job,” Perry said, “and I have 15 or 20 productive years left in my body, I want to be able to have as in-depth an understanding about this world as possible.”

Productive years?  Son, you’ve never had productive years.  You vetoed the equal pay bill.  You’ve had futile years.  Take a lesson from Dubya, go learn to paint pictures of cats and bathtubs.

Thanks to Melissa for the heads up.