Let’s “open the kimono” here for a minute: Your Wonkette does not want this great nation of ours to be run by perverts and crazies; but, in another sense, your Wonkette needs this to be the case, because pervert/crazy politicians bring in the pageviews and associated ad moneys. That’s why the endless vote-recounting wackiness in Florida, in which Allen West was always losing but just close enough to demand further recounts, was a best-of-both-worlds situation for us: he wouldn’t be allowed to actually participate in the governing process, but he would stay in the spotlight and be ludicrous for our amusement. We even heard rumors that he was planning on showing up for work at the Capitol every day, and would get into fisticuffs with security guards, which would have been hilarious! But instead he just up and quit, like a little baby.
Politico has the scoop (and has West’s complete statement of surrender on page two). It’s remarkably non-sullen and gracious, considering that Allen is an actual crazy person and war criminal. It seems that he has chosen to make peace with reality as we humans understand it, this one time:
While there are certainly still inaccuracies in the results and the actions of the St. Lucie County and Palm Beach County Supervisors of Elections rightly raise questions in my mind and for many voters, after much analysis and yesterday’s recount in St. Lucie County, our legal team does not believe there are enough over-counted, undercounted or fraudulent votes to change the outcome of the election.
But … this is the sort of thing that we could have probably guessed two weeks ago! Why all the hubbub, Allen West?
That led to a wild few weeks: Tea party activists rallied to West’s defense, raising money in preparation for a protracted legal battle.
Hahaha, we’re sure that money will find a good home, in some dumb WestHeroFreedomPAC that will help him parlay two years in office into a lifetime of employment in the endless Republican speech-making/think-tanking/motivational-speaking circle jerk.
Anyway, what was your favorite part of the magical bygone era when Allen West was someone who was “in the news”? You should scroll back through the Wonkette Allen West tag while joy-weeping, obviously, but we’re partial to that time he got hopped up on bloodlust in Iraq and wrote a letter home to his wife demanding she be his porn star. What sort of grim stuff going in the West bedroom tonight? (Hugging and weeping, we’re guessing.) [Politico]