the reddest of the red states…..booooooohoooooooo.

Now you will hear from the real me. Not the garden girl making nice.

I got home late last night, 10:15p. I turned on the TV to see what was happening with the elections. Generally, and in spite of the world around me, I am optimistic person. (see: Candide by Voltaire). But come on.

Idaho’s new governor, C. L. Butch Otter, winner of a tight jeans contest and convicted drunk driver, husband with a new wife 25 years younger than he, person who had his first marriage annulled (never mind that he has some grown kids of that marriage), was just grinnin like a pig in shit as he declared Idaho the reddest of the red states. I had a glass of red wine and then another. Reddest of the red. Boy howdy. Now that’s a kick-ass claim to fame.
Bill Sali beat Larry Grant? Has no one seen Bill Sali in all his weirdness on the floor of the Idaho House of Representatives? Has no one been listening to his hysterical, to-the-right-of-Attila-the-Hun rhetoric? On a good day he doesn’t make any sense. I say to all of you who voted for him, you are going to get exactly what you so richly deserve. And Tom Luna for Superintendent of Public Schools? And Gerry Sweet? Traditional family values are Idaho family values? Says who?
You can kiss the idea of collaborative leadership good-damn-bye because it just went out and slammed the door.

The good news: Rummy is out.

Me, I am going out to dig in the dirt.