Cowboys Are Frequently, Not-So-Secretly Fond of Each Other
Ever see a wealthy white geezer in a ridiculous cowboy hat jerk off another wealthy white geezer in a ridiculous cowboy hat?
Sounds Kinky, right? Well, it was.
On Sunday, Kinky Friedman gave his old friend Don Imus a tug-job in the New York Post, rating him with other “individuals who were summarily sacrificed in the name of society’s sanctimonious soul: Socrates, Jesus, Galileo, Joan of Arc, Mozart and Mark Twain.”
Some bloggers called it payback since Imus endorsed Kinky in his failed bid for the governor’s seat.
Others schooled the Kinkster on literary history. “Nobody decried [Twain] in his lifetime as a racist – it was exactly the opposite,” wrote Neil Steinberg in today’s Chicago Sun-Times. “He was accused of coddling blacks, not insulting them.”
Such criticism misses the point.
In his column, Kinky pours lubricant all over his pal’s “truth-seeking missile.” He recalls the glorious morning blowjobs: “We need a Don Imus just to wake us up once in a while.” And he lauds Imus as a man who “knows how to ride.”
Kinky loves Imus. And it’s none of that gay California love. It’s real man-on-man Texas love. Shared between wealthy white geezers in ridiculous cowboy hats. -- Todd Spivak
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