“I was living in Fat Jack’s cellar ’cause my ex-wife had me on trumped up restraining orders. I couldn’t see my kids. It was a mess and Fat Jack’s old lady, Fat Jack’s wife, said, ‘Get this lunatic out of my cellar. He’s started a presidential campaign. I’m getting calls from the media and all this.’ For three years I had the credibility of Chicken Little. You know… the sky is falling? And finally, one time, one day, this bishop from Africa comes over and he says I am a prophet of the most high god and in that office I here authenticate that god told me that. I said, ‘Oh yeah, would you put that in writing?’ And he said, ‘Sure.’ And he put it in writing and I got the original at home. And I was able to go up to all my detractors and show them and say ‘Nannnannnaaanaaa nana.’ OK. Now. I need practice. Practice. I don’t want to say stuff like, I’m sorry if our bombing caused you any inconvenience, I’d rather them work in the little leagues than governor. You have your choice, folks, a cowboy, a crumudgeon, a biker or a normal guy. Take your pick. Thank you very much. We’re leaving it up to you.”
– Harley Brown’s closing statement at the Idaho GOP Gubernatorial debate.