You're Lott-Duke!
As Trent Lott, you have a lot of explaining to do. After doing something so horrifying that it alienated all of your friends, you've been invited back into their circle remarkably quickly. In any future pursuits, it must be said that you're a darkhorse, though many would hold their breath about how you would quip about that particular choice of words. While you claim to know all the rules, your life still seems like herding cats. Birthday parties just don't seem much fun to you anymore.
You select David Duke as your running mate to make you look less racist.