DuVal went to Boys State! Sunday’s comic

FRED-DUVAL

From the Phoenix News Times

Boys State

Now, I remember Fred from back in the day, when he was a scampering aide to then-governor Bruce Babbitt. Briefcase-toters like Fred had less throw weight than a hamster fart, and I suspected I was missing something in his professional résumé that qualified him for Congress, particularly in this new district whose heart is Apache County, the third-poorest — not just in Arizona — in all of America.

The winner of this election needs shoulders like Mike Ditka’s; you don’t grow that big by hauling around Bruce Babbitt’s files.

So who is this hyperfinanced candidate?

Fred was the student body president in high school.

And I say, “Bully!”

Also in high school, Fred went to Boys State.

Well, lah-dee-dah.

This research does not qualify me to be a forensic accountant for the IRS. Fred lists these accomplishments on his official campaign Web site.

Let’s put aside for a second the fact that no one ever went to Boys State who wasn’t a hoser on the make.

Thirty years later, you are still so needy that, as a congressional candidate, you are compelled to remind people that you were student body president and attended Boys State?

Hey, Fred, what about your merit badge for impersonating Eddie Haskell?

Knowing all this, I was not shocked to hear from a friend about a phone call she received from Duval’s people. The pollster interviewed my friend and inquired: Would her opinion of a congressional candidate be negative if she learned he’d failed the Bar exam three times (the maximum the bar allows)?

WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP!! Pip-squeak alert.

Good God, I have failed all manner of tests, from Latin to field sobriety.

Congressman Ed Pastor failed the Bar three times and does just fine as a public official.

Flunking the Bar three times doesn’t make Fred a flunky. Polling to find out if I care makes Fred a flunky.

Polling to decide if you’re going to run for Congress based upon how I feel about your failing the Bar three times, or trying to figure out how to position yourself if it turns out that I do care about your failing the Bar three times . . . well, you can see that Fred has “leader” stamped all over him.

To read the rest of Boys State, click here.