Florida and the rest of the country finish this election season on November 2, when most Americans who bother to vote will do so. The good news here is, it’s finally over. But the bad news is, No it isn’t: running for office, jockeying for power, grubbing for dollars, etc., is a year-round, full-time vocation any more. Election day just demarcates the beginning of the run-up to the next one.
Locally, I’ve been trying to figure out why anybody in their right mind would hand the keys of the kingdom to a creature like Rick Scott. The best answer I can come up with is, Lots of Florida voters aren’t in their right minds. Carl Hiaasen explored this very strain of thought in Sunday’s Miami Hurled, observing that “His presence makes this year’s governor’s race a momentous I.Q. test for voters,” and marveling that a guy who invoked the 5th Amendment (that’s not the one about guns, Ms. O’Donnell) 75 times in a deposition, and whose health care company holds the record for the largest fine in Medicare history can even be taken seriously at a cocktail party, let alone an electorate.
Then there’s this:
“I don’t know what the def – your definition or anybody’s definition of an ‘agreement’ is, or an ‘offer’ is, or ‘promise’ is,” he testified in an evasive 1997 deposition.
Republicans who squealed with justified glee at Bill Clinton’s “It depends on what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is” manage to swallow this one whole without gagging. In politics, it’s okay when the sleazy weasel is YOUR lying skunk.
To me, the identity of his opponent is almost immaterial. She passes the time-honored bottom-rung level of acceptability for a colleague and leader: “She don’t stink, and she don’t steal.” Not yet, anyway. I can work with that.
As for Scott, that snake in the grass belongs in Starke, not the State House. Can we vote him into THAT office?