Photo by Rusty Costanza, Times-Picayune
About a week ago we found out that Editor B and his lovely wife Xy were having an Endymion party, and we knew there would be cameras involved, so I donned my best hat, green coat, and alligator shoes and hurried over there to get my picture taken and to further my sinister plot to steal B's identity. With this beyond-the-blog publicity, Adrastos, knowing full well that his negative "Swift Boat" attacks might influence my efforts to get elected to the Orleans Parish Democratic Executive Committee, unleashed the hounds. This was more than his usual "girly drink" allegations. But was it a coincidence you might ask that he published pictures of someone who looked like me with an Elvis tattoo just days before the election? Doubtful. But back to the picture of me suavely dancing with Therese, Adrastos wrote "Speaking of Media Ho Man, there's a picture of him and his charming wife Therese on the cover of the dead tree version of the Picayune's Inside Out Section. Therese looks as lovely as ever. How she ended up with Homan is one of the enduring mysteries of the galaxy." Ouch. That vitriol caused me the election.
The rest is history. OK, maybe people decided they couldn't vote for someone wearing green alligator shoes, or maybe the fact that I know so little people here except for 19 year old Xavier students who don't vote anyway, maybe these had something to do with my loss as well. But crap, I thought I could at least make it into this position, as you only needed to be in the top 14. I received 1,686 votes, but I needed about 400 more. I lacked "Homentum" as Adrastos gloated, and I should have gone negative. Or as Jeffrey put it: "Seems the Elvis-hugging old-school kicker vote just didn't materialize this time around." Indeed.
Here are the vote totals LINK
Congratulations to Dangerblond and Karen Gadbois, both of whom got elected. I take some selfish solace from the fact that Mark Moseley was defeated as well, as I think he would have been the most qualified out of all the candidates. And oh yeah, way to go Obama! And Barack, stay away from the green alligator shoes...
7 comments:
Fat? you mean big boned? Oh, the ELVIS tattoo... That sure was a long time ago.
You shoulda showed up the night of the Elvi pic in your Nebraska Homan duds. Perhaps then you might have avoided your Ed Harris-as-Pollock biking-under-the-influence injuries.
I thought an Elvis tatoo was a prerequisite to run for office in Louisiana. Personally, I think the green jacket and top hat are quite dashing, I'm guessing your blogging competition is expressing professional jealousy ;-)
How was ASOR?? I sure you went over to the Duke Primate Center to hang with the Prosimains. The aye-ayes would've loved the tatoo!!
It is the Year of the Woman.
I sank your campaign? Cool. Perhaps it was the endorsement...
Methinks it's more the Dr. Morris curse. I seem to recall pictures of you with him, and Mark with him, but I cannot recall pictures of Karen or Kim with Ashley. Or perhaps that's the mindmeld block.
Next time run on the Mad Hatter platform and don't show your tats.
The final cap to a fun-filled weekend . . . I do like the picture of you and Therese, you make a dapper couple.
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