 As Rudy Giuliani flounders through the Florida Panhandle, he finds his poker hand desperately short of the staple southern Republican "Guns" and "Gays" cards. What to do? Apparently, he makes a play with the only quasi plausible card he feels he has left, namely the "God" card. It's a stretch for sure, given his, ahem, thrice married status, but give him credit. He's doing it with a straight face and that can't be easy.
Liz picked up this flier in my hometown of all places. Notice the prominent place afforded to one Marion "Pat" Robertson and the laundry list of Giuliani's achievements in the War to Make New York City More Like Barnson, MO.
- "Fought on the front lines of the culture wars and won: He cleaned up Times Square, driving out prostitutes and pornography, making it safe for families."
- "Pioneered initiatives that increased adoptions by 113 %, while the number of abortions in New York City fell faster than the national average."
- "Fought to stop the use of public funds for the desecration of religious symbols and values."
Awesome.
I do have to give his campaign an "A" for effort though. As a Panhandle native, I have to say that this piece is very weel done and perfectly suited to North Florida Republicans. Not that it will matter much. In any other year, Rudy would probably do fairly well in a GOP primary in the panhandle. Most folks don't really know all that much about our former Mayor and it's not like people in the panhandle don't know anything about messy divorces, let alone, ya know, marrying a cousin. Rudy's tough guy "Your wife will never wear a burkha on my watch" swagger would definitely have some appeal. This year though, he has to contend with McCain who many feel is a more authentic warmonger as well as Rev. Chuckabee who looks like, sounds like and prays like folks in North Florida do. (For the record, I really don't see Romney being a factor up there. He might as well have horns and a big, fat Mormon tail as far as most North Floridians are concerned.)
It's just a bad year to be Rudy Giuliani in the deep, deep south. But, give the guy credit for tryin' like hell to connect. |
