There’s been a lot of fuss around the commune offices lately about the upcoming presidential election, and it’s high time Omar Bricks weighed in on the action: I say Lil Duncan takes Ivana Folger-Balzac in four rounds. That’s a controversial wager, I realize, but I hear Balzac’s been betting heavily against herself under the assumed name of Flora Wackser and I’ve got it on good authority that she’s going to take a dive in the fourth.

Even if the upcoming breakroom fight weren’t fixed, I’d still be wondering if Balzac was going to be her usual invincible, dirty-fighting self, since she only started the “commune Republicans Club” to piss off the rest of the staff and isn’t likely to put it all on the line defending the club’s honor. Plus, the only other commune Republican who could get her back if Duncan pulled a knife would be Ted Ted, who’s mad enough for a man twice his size but still remains listed as a generous three-foot four on his trading card.

Have you seen these things? Emil Zender’s been printing them out on his home computer, a collectable set of the entire commune staff. They’re like Garbage Pail Kids, only ugly.

Seriously though, If you haven’t seen them yet, the cards are pretty sharp. They’ve all got pretty awesome embarrassing pics of commune staffers on the front with their vital stats on the back. Ted Ted’s is hilarious since somebody somehow had a camera ready when they caught him humping that baby-CPR doll in the closet last month.

I’m in the deck too, of course, but the picture on my card’s just an out-of-focus shot of me building a Loch Ness Monster decoy in my garage for that hoax last year, when I was planning on riding it across the East River and into the city like I’d made Nessie my bitch. They should have got a photo of that fuckin’ thing sinking into the river like a lead weight with an asscramp and me getting that helicopter ride back to land, but I guess the technology’s not quite there to have a whole video clip from the news playing on a baseball card.

Anyway, while we’re on the subject, I might as well weigh in on the lame-assed presidential election itself. You know Omar Bricks doesn’t waste a lot of time thinking about politics, but when I do I think this: It’s time we elected Evel Knievel as the President of the United States. I’ll wait a second for the reasoning behind this to become obvious to you.

First and most obviously, I can’t vote for Bush. Bush is like the guy you knew in the fourth grade who would light his farts on fire, until he came across a set of flammable drapes and ended up burning half the house down. Maybe when Bush grows up he’ll turn out to have real presidential potential, but for now I think we need to protect the White House drapes.

And I’m pretty sure I pantsed John Kerry in the seventh grade. According to office dickwad Raoul Dunkin, that’s mathematically impossible, but I’d remember that sour mug anywhere. So no way I can vote for that guy.

Ralph Nader? Sounds too much like Darth Vader. No way I’m voting for some Star Wars geek, he’d probably blow half the budget funding research on the Force. Though I have to admit, I would pay good money to see a presidential debate where Nader does that little throat-pinchy gesture and the other guy drops dead. That would be pretty decisive.

But if Nader could pull that shit off, he probably would have done it last election so he wouldn’t have had to spend the last four years working at that organic grocery out in Portland. So really, when you stop and think about it, Evel Knievel’s our only good choice.

How hard would the vote be rocked if we had a debate where all the candidates had to out-stunt each other on live TV? I guarantee you some voter turnout for that shit. Let’s see Bush or Kerry jump a motorcycle over a dozen school buses or a tank full of starving sharks. No need to take polls over who won the debate when the runner-up ran over his own pelvis or shattered his spine on national television.

And you can forget all this bullshit about purple hearts and who’s got the balls to fight the war on terror, let one of those other guys strap a rocket to his ass and try to jump across the Colorado River. Not going to happen. So Knievel wins in a landslide, and he gets sworn in while surfing down a real landslide on a TV tray. Shit yeah.

The only thing that can stop him now is if he’s already dead. I need to look that up.

Bricks out.