The late humorist Lewis Grizzard compared football teams facing each other in a match that really did not matter to be similar to  "two mules wrestling over a turnip."

My observations generally assume that whimsical attitude.  I enjoy analyzing the horse race more than betting on any horse.  I tend to like the longshots that emerge from the back of the pack and usually fade in the stretch.  Huck and Obama are the interesting candidates this year.

I have taken issue that folks compare Huck to Gomer.  Gomer had more hair.  But Jim Nabors also cried all the way to the bank, and Huck has used his homespun humor to be Gomer after he attended the Cotillion and local college. 

But then Huck had to start talking about eating fried squirrels.  He'd been okay sticking to comparing his grits consumption to that of Romney eating caviar, or mentioning fried chicken or pork chops, but to go to squirrels... well that was not a great way to endear yourself to urban voters.  This led me to kid his campaign about some new slogans: "A squirrel in every pot."   "Forty acres and a squirrel."  "Tippecanoe and fried squirrels too."  They did not respond.

But there is something about a candidate who can laugh about frying squirrels in a popcorn popper that attracts me.   Maybe we could get a candidate  finally who could pronounce biscuit correctly while still struggling with the "r" in croissant.    But we had Bill Clinton and Jimmy Carter... but they ate killer rabbits and things like that, not good old squirrel meat.

I have several hunter friends ready to apply for the chef position in the White House should Huck win.  They are not holding their breath.  I do believe offering the prime minister of France a dish of squirrel and dumplings at a state dinner could change international discourse.  Remember, they eat snails over there.