Can't Get the Door Closed

There's a rogue candidate for governor who has started his campaign here in Buffalo. He's sort of touting that we need to clean up Albany and start over, calling out all the elected officials for their hypocritical leadership. He wants to get the ball rolling on a campaign that will be controversial.

Be careful what you wish for, right?

Since Carl Paladino announced his candidacy he's become fodder for the political machine that chews people up and spits them out. Seems he passed borderline racist, sexist, and every other kind of ist e-mails to close friends in the form of humor.

That ain't gonna work.

The media eats people alive for fun. The skeletons that jam up the closet are all sure to come out. Spit on a girl in the 2nd grade? Someone knows. Told an off-color joke at a bar? No way to keep it quiet.

"We need a good candidate," someone mentioned to me via text.

"Maybe I'll run," I said.

"No skeletons?" was the question that came in reply.

Well if that is what is known as a skeleton - forwarding off-color jokes, making fun of people, making rude comments, drinking too much, swearing on the golf course, hell even spitting around girls in 2nd grade - well, I guess I'm out.

And that don't even count my college friends.

They won't ever speak up.

I have way too much information that will ruin their candidacies.