Have we seen the last hurrah of Katherine Harris, the Bush-makin', GOP-defyin', word-slurrin', dogey-punchin', drama-playin', liberal-infuriatin', Christian-soldierin', chad-ignorin' diva who would be the Sunshine State's junior senator?
Looks like it. Harris barely squeaked out a victory in the Republican primary yesterday, collecting a mere 49 percent of the vote over her three rivals. She's now giving up 40 points to Democratic rival Bill Nelson in the general. She's out of favor with the Bushes, grinding to a halt in the election, plagued by scandals and personal dramas… You won't have Katherine Harris to kick around much longer. And I can say with total seriousness that I'm sad at the prospect. Every time I'm comfortable that my appreciation for Harris as a third-wave feminist—a sister who brings home the bacon, fries it up in a pan, loves Jesus, and fills out a Lana Turner sweater better than any other 49-year-old you can name—is just an ironic gesture, something happens to give me ironist's remorse: the suspicion that the thing you only sarcastically like may be something you actually like. This time, it's AP's litany of Harris' campaign woes:
Harris' campaign for the nomination was widely derided as spectacularly inept. Fundraising lagged. Her makeup, clothes and personality were mocked on national TV. She was linked to a corrupt military contractor. Staff members kept quitting in frustration.
Her clothing and makeup were "mocked"? What is this, the Betty Crocker bakeoff? We're supposed to be surprised when comedy vacuum Tina Fey sinks her nails into a high-profile Republican broad? Jealous! If America can't find a place for Katherine Harris, more shame on America.