I’ve just returned from the famed Algonquin Hotel. No, I wasn’t engaging in drunken, witty banter with the notable wags, scribes, impresarios and flappers of my day. It should be said that we wags, scribes, impresarios and flappers still congregate and drink these days, but generally in places with a less inflated opinion of how much skilled craftsmanship goes into putting a drink into a glass.

No, I was at the Algonquin to talk about country music fashions for the CMT network.

Now, you might wonder why exactly CMT would want me to provide sound-bites for “Country Music’s 40 Greatest Fashion Statements.” Do I know a whole lot about country music? No, not really. Am I a fashion expert? I believe many of you have seen my photo. No, I can only imagine that they were excited to get a presidential candidate to speak out on these vital issues. None of the other front-runners have been willing to talk about Shania Twain’s midriff. But I am. Because I’m a man of the people. Particularly a man of the really lithe, toned, stacked people. I think my “Leave No Hot-Looking Celebrity Behind” platform speaks for itself.

No, honestly, it was truly enjoyable, and the people involved were a lot of fun - watch for it on Country Music Television sometime soon. I’m starting to think this whole “talking head” thing might really be for me. I don’t know why I haven’t pursued it before. I have a head. It talks. I’m qualified. Anyone who thinks there’s more to it than that obviously hasn’t seen “The Big Story with John Gibson” on the Fox News Network.*

So if you have any need for someone to chatter knowingly and amusingly about any topic whatsoever, and so-called “expertise” or “qualifications” aren’t a big issue for you, please give me a call. I’m locked, loaded, and ready to natter.

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*John Gibson comes to mind because of this particularly brainless column that I came across last night. Read and enjoy - some things don’t need to be satirized.