It’s official – James Carville really will provide his voice to a character in an upcoming Disney film.

Stop groaning. I like Carville. Really.

The Ragin’ Cajun is my kind of pol. He plays rough, he hits below the belt, and he’s your basic SOB. In other words, he’s the sharpest political operator since the equally despicable/respectable Lee Atwater. And unlike Paul Begala, I’d trust Jimmy C to watch my kids, without him trying too hard to brainwash them.

And remember, SOB reads “Swell Old Boy,” too.

Like James Baker a dozen years ago, I’d love to play poker with Carville. I might lose my shirt – but I know he’d pay up with a smile when my queens over eights beat his flush.

But please don’t think I’m a total sucker. I’d cut the cards before every hand he dealt.

NOTE: I still won’t go see the movie. Carville is OK – but I hate that frickin’ Disney.

ANOTHER NOTE: SpellCheck suggested I replace “frickin’” with “Frisking.” Have I mentioned lately how richer my life has become since blogging?