That’s a helluva lot of offs innit? And, no, I’m not talking about Off to deal with skeeters although we had a pretty darn wet October in New Orleans. But I digress, which is what I do best.
Where the hell was I? Oh yeah, the off off year election. Why is it that the first election after the election of a new President is only a big whoop when a Democrat lives in the White House? The Democrats won the New Jersey and Virginia gubernatorial (hereinafter goober) races in 2001 and nobody said President Beavis was in trouble. The MSM pulled the same stunt in 1993 and it didn’t mean dick then and it doesn’t now; especially not with the wingnuts trying to purge the few remaining moderates from the GOP. Charlie Crist better stop working on his tan and get to work if he expects to be a Senator.
In Jersey, Corzine was the man from Goldman Sachs who didn’t wear a seat belt when he got in a car wreck. He was about as popular as Lou Dobbs at a La Raza meeting. The only reason Corzine had a chance is that New Jersey is a Democratic state and he’s so tall that some people thought he was an old school NBA great likeJerry Lucas orDave DeBusschere who would rebound and cut the nets in victory. It didn’t happen so now Chris Christie will be Governor. I’m not sure if I like his name although it’s vaguely reminiscent of Dave Davies so it can’t be all bad. Holy crap, another digression. Oh well, what’s a bit of digression among friends, it beats the hell out of regression…
In Virginia, Creigh Deeds was a dull man who had lost a statewide campaign against Bob McDonnell before. It happened again. D’oh. Hell, if they didn’t limit their goobers to one term, Tim Kaine would have been re-elected. Nuts to them. Mmm, Virginia peanuts. (As my NOLA readers may recall, my beautiful and brilliant wife, Dr. A, is from Staunton, Virginia so the Commonwealth has the dubious distinction of being, along with Louisiana and California, a place that I’ve been known to hang my hat, coat and various other garments. Holy shit, I’m channeling oldJohnny Mercer lyrics. End of epic parenthetical aside.)
Like my esteemed colleague Athenae, I’ve enjoyed theGOP clusterfuck in the special election for New York’s 23rd Congressional District. Is it just me or does anyone else think that Doug Hoffman looks like an off the rack waxwork from Madame Tussaud’s? Or maybe Hoffman was prematurely embalmed or something. I’m fascinated that the last non-Republican to represent that area was<drum roll> a Whig back in the days before they whigged out of existence. Speaking of which, that district is apparently on its last legs and is expected to be gerrymandered out of existence so Bill Owens’ life as a Congressman may be a short one but I’m glad he emerged from the scrum with a surprising victory.
Another New York result that tickled me pink was Michael Bloomberg’s getting only 51% of the vote in winning a third term at Gracie Mansion. I did a double take the first time I saw that, which should end some of the bizzarro world speculation about Bloomberg as a third party candidate for the White House. He’s richer than Ross Perot but he’s also colder than a winter’s night in Wasilla, Alaska.
Okay, the results aren’t final in the Maine gay marriage referendum as of this writing but this was never meant to be a comprehensive analysis of the election results. I just wish the cable teevee talking heads and inside the beltway punditocracy would heed the lesson taught by a great American, Tip O’Neill: all politics is local; particularly in an off off year election. Okay, the last bit was mine so I’ll have to buy Speaker O’Neill a round or four some day in the great pub in the sky…