Methinks the front runner for the win in this category has to be the delightful Cylvia Hayes, the fiancee of Oregon Gov. John Kitzhaber, who has added “buying a illegal pot farm with her abusive boyfriend” to previous revelations about “no, that wasn’t the abusive boyfriend - that was some Ethiopian I married illegally because I needed the money”. Kitzhaber himself, apparently no clearer than anyone else on what the fuck she might have pulled or is gonna pull next, has asked the State Ethics Committee to rule on whether or not he (Kitzhaber) was telling the truthwhen Kitzhaber claimed that his fiancee’s forms for her outside business were reviewed by the state lawyer, Reeves.
It does not appear, at least at this point, if it will affect the elections, since Kitzhaber holds a large lead over his opponent, so it seems that the voters of Oregon are more entertained than bemused by the latest episode in the white-trash chronicles of Cylvia. Personally I think she should be hounded from public life for spelling her name funny, but perhaps that is her parents’ fault.
He apparently thought he was clever by getting a “no fans” clause inserted into the debate rules for the Florida gubernatorial debate, knowing that Crist always travels with an electric fan because he is a sweaty monkey. But when the dastardly plan was thwarted by Crist signing an amended version of the rules and bringing the fan anyway, Scott decided to pout off-stage. Apparently his advisors eventually persuaded him that it was electoral suicide to boycott an already-airing debate over whether Charlie Crist gets to use a fan, and he eventually decided to debate. But he and his campaign remain focused on proving a violation of the debate rules rather than, you know, shit voters actually care about.
This tragi-comedy pretty well sums up the Tea Party’s views on proportionality, perspective, and compromise.
An in response, I nominate THE FAN itself! It had a quiet, but important role in this onstage drama, played with restraint and grace.
(And having done theatre in Florida, I say that banning fans is a human rights violation. It’s fucking hot and humid there, and worse under the stage lighting, even in October.)
Scott tells a somewhat different version of this story.
“Charlie said, ‘I’m not going to show up with the fan.’ And I said, ‘Fine, I’ll just wait. Whenever you guys are ready to go, I’ll just wait.’ And he threw a fit,” Scott said. “As soon as they were ready for me, I came out.”
I read that article too. Can anyone tell what he’s saying? I can’t make heads or tails or it. It reads like a bad Google translation to me. When is Crist supposed to have said he wasn’t going to show up with the fan, and how is that connected to him waiting? What behavior is he describing as Crist throwing a fit?
I like the “as soon as they were ready for me, I came out” bit. So, once the start time came, and the lights were on, and the broadcast started, and the moderators were talking, and Crist was on stage, just a couple minutes after that they were ready for you?
I read somewhere, in passing, not bothering to look further…there was an agreement between candidates than neither one would go onstage with the assistance of “electronic devices”, meaning like those gadgets that feed information into your ear without anyone else hearing. You know, like Jon Stewart pretends to use sometimes.
So, anyway, Scott and/or his aides decided that an electric fan was close enough to a transmitter/receiver so that Crist was breaking the rules. Also, that Crist was planning on brandishing a crucifix at Scott so that he would dissolve into stinky necrotic mud.
There was apparently a set of rules that really did say “no fans.” But by all appearances Crist never agreed to that set, and the set he agreed to had an exception for the use of fans to control climate as necessary.
This is what we do instead of shooting each other, I suppose. The wonders of democracy.
Sure it was “Crist”? Maybe he said he was waiting for “Christ”? Though why he should expect the Avatar of Mercy to intercede on behalf of a mean-spirited asshole like himself staggers the imagination…
It had a quiet, but important role in this onstage drama, played with restraint and grace.
