Saturday, April 01, 2006

Rich Chick Beats Da Fat Man

Meet yer new boss, Savage Sue.

Well, crap. Back in February, Tulsa Indy predicted a Kathy win over Bill in the General. This weekend, the final weekend, we expect Kathy to widen the winning gap over Bill with the undecideds. Every Tom Baker, Bob Dick, and Penelope Jane are out on the streets, annoying the neighbors with the go-out-and-vote scam. The final point spread on 4 April: Kathy 60, Bill 35, Faulk 3, Tay 2.

Tried as we might to buck the outcome, meet Kathy Taylor, your new boss. Same as da old boss. Just don't get us all kill when the proverbial poops hits da fan, willya? Tulsa Indy expects the MedBloc Council to give her Maple Ridge GOB friends hell every step of the way til '10. In fact, we will demand it.

We expect Kathy to go after Sully, even before her term expires, because the carpetbaggin' Rich Chick gets run outta town by MedBloc. By the way, when is Sully up for re-election? That should be a really fun fight. Especially if Rich Chick turns out to be Rich Bitch. Lotsa blood, people eatin' lotsa CROW, and all around general mayhem to feed fodder to the DelWhacko ratings machine.

There will be some major talk about the Arena debacle. What do we do with da white elephant, plagarized from Miami, Florida? It turns out the Arena design wasn't so original after all. Nothing more than a cheap copy of a design already done. Get the feeling somebody pulled a fast one over the Tulsa TAXPAYERS, again?

Well, back to Bill. Lessons learned: Have a back-up job lined up. Stay on message of your friggin' party, every day, not just at election time. The only special interest you have to suck up to is the Tulsa TAXPAYERS.

We expect Corky to catch some major schrapnel from the Great Plains investigations. My goodness. What a no-win situation for everyone concerned. Another public-private initiative down da tubes.

City Hall took their collective eyeballs off their most important job, freedom from fear of crime and terrorism, and got mixed up in a con job. Now, grannies are packin'. Nice job, Sue.

Medlock is history. He unloaded his base in a New York heartbeat, by endorsing Bill for the General, betraying over 11,000 people who sweated blood for him in the primaries. MedBlocrs. The mad-as-hell-we-ain't-gonna-take-it-anymore coalition he stitched together and scammed.

The GOB crowd of Maple Ridge don't want da man. He ain't gettin' 'nuther stinkin' grassroots vote in this town again. Should have jumped up and down screaming against the Arena, and kept your mouth shut when Bill came ah callin'. Medlock went beyond campaign faux pas. This was suicide. Major meltdown.

Miller is really enjoying her time in the spotlight of the non-spotlight. For once in her life, Missy Mensch pisses off her party big time, stood firm, and said no to Bill. They'll forgive her when Bill loses. She is well positioned for just about any job she wants that doesn't involve Sully or Jimbo.

Faulk scooped Tay on 8 March by becoming the kewlest thing since the discovery of oil in Tulsa. He stayed on message with the illegal immigration issue and tapped into every racist muscle fiber of every johnny-come-lately's in town. Unfortunately for his new friends, Faulk turned to have the passion of a wet noodle for the Mayor's job. They found out he wouldn't know what to do if elected. So, the initial DelWhacko rah-rah-rah turned out be a fast leaking balloon.

And, Tay? Well, it's anybody's guess, except that he'll be back in '10, unless someone like Doug Dodd decides to make a run, because the carpetbaggin' Rich Bitch bolts for greener pastures, tired of playing MedBlocr's voodoo doll.

So, there ya have it. Tulsa Indy scoops the crowd, again. Excuse us. We need to go puke now.