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Thursday, August 29, 2013
Like searching for a virgin in a brothel, finding a gubernatorial candidate worthy of my vote is going to be tougher than I thought.
As a lifelong Democrat, I thought Terry McAuliffe would be my choice. Now I’m not so sure.
In Mark Leibovich’s book “This Town,” McAuliffe comes off as a typical D.C. hustler, promising Virginia jobs while pushing his GreenTech Automotive all the way to the governor’s mansion.
Never mind “that a lot of these jobs would be in Mississippi, not Virginia,” where McAuliffe secured “tax and price incentives” from his good Mississippi friend Haley Barbour.
Then there’s Republican Ken Cuccinelli. Not much going there either.
Friend of “clean coal,” an oxymoron if there ever was one; climate-change denier — both positions that qualify for membership in the Flat Earth Society. Twenty years from now, I’d like my kids to be able to take a deep breath without coughing their lungs out.
And Cuccinelli, by his own admission, is not above taking a few “gifts” every now and then.
At least Gov. Bob McDonnell, when caught, found the spine to return the Rolex, the cash and his wife’s $10,000 jacket. Finally, someone in this story with a smidgen of moral conscience. How refreshing.
But Cuccinelli? No, thanks. It’s his graft, and he’s keeping it. Thank you very much.
Pathetic. We Virginians deserve better than this rogues gallery.
Nonetheless, on Election Day, I will vote, if only because it gives me a legitimate right to complain. So I’ll take a deep breath, hold my nose and cast my ballot for the scoundrel of my choice.
Maybe next go round we’ll have better choices. We can only hope.
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