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Kinky Friedman’s song “Men’s Room, L.A.” finds a guy sitting on the crapper who notices a photo of Jesus on the floor. He then notices that there’s no paper on the roll, and…well, I’ll spare you the details. In Simone de Vries’ film Kinky Friedman: Proud to be an A**hole From El Paso, the Kinkster himself discusses his gleefully crass lyrics in some rare reflective moments: “The wetbacks do still get 20 cents an hour, and that’s kinda what people should be outraged about, if they’re going to be. Not that this Kinky Friedman said the word ‘wetback’ in front of some Hispanics.” These days, Friedman is best-known for his mystery novels—in one delightful scene, Bill Clinton reads one aloud—but Friedman maintains, “I never wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a country star.” And though Willie Nelson says Kinky can’t sing or play, “Ride ‘Em Jewboy,” a mournful Western ramble about the Holocaust, is certainly the work of a genius. The film screens at 8:30 p.m. at the District of Columbia Jewish Community Center’s Aaron and Cecile Goldman Theater, 1529 16th St. NW. $9. (800) 494-8497. (Pamela Murray Winters)