Was anybody else awakened in the dead of night by the nightmarish thought of having to choose between Martin Chavez and Heather Wilson for U.S. Senate in ’08?
Creepy. Unlike about 99% of what I say here, I’m not lying when I say the above scenario ruined about an hour of sleep last night. I’ve always defaulted to an “Anybody But Heather” position in the past, but is Marty Chavez a “body”? Or something not quite…human?
Horror movie and “Blade Runner” images reeled through my 2:15 A.M. brain. I was only consoled after significant tossing and turning by the remembrance that Chavez couldn’t even manage a City Council reshuffle with 10% turnout in his own city. Full sleep arrived around the time I remembered reading about how many NM legislators despise Chavez for his machinations during sessions. No way Marty can win a state-wide Democratic primary. No way! No way I tell you!!! Back, Demon of Hell, back!!!
Still, it was an unnecessarily fitful slumber.
Sorry to hear the medical news about “ol Pete. In addition to wishing the Senator well (as well as can be hoped given the diagnosis), I also hope Election ’08 doesn’t play out as one of those liberal “be careful what you wish for, you just might get it” scenarios. Many lefty types have dreamed of the day when ‘ol Pete would step down, but the Hitchcockian terror of Marty v. Heather could add new political meaning to the term “pyrrhic victory”. And lead to a lot of sleepless, and/or nightmare-filled nights.