Like any good Southern man Big Freddie has a family or two, but unlike Giuliani 911 they all support me, and unlike Mahatma Romney I don’t force them to bus around the country in a Latter Day version of Little Miss Sunshine.

Now I have nothing against boys working for their Dad, but the Romneys hit Iowa like an overflowing crick with 96 family members, spending more money then Uncle Chester at Moonshine Junction, to help him win a straw poll that don’t mean tits to a bull. The last time there were 96 Thompsons together Uncle Kip was getting hanged, and we went to find out who would get his acre of boll weevil-infested cotton.

Photo by Charles & Clint via Flickr.

How do you think I funded my first Senate run?