AT LAST - ALL THE CRAZY ELECTION BULLSHIT IS OVER
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NOVEMBER  18, 2015
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SAY GOODBYE TO THE CRAZINESS, CONFUSION, PARANOIA AND STORIES ABOUT SECRET PLOTS AND GO AND BUY POPCORN TO GET READY FOR WHAT’S COMING NEXT

After two weeks of more than your typical Miami craziness, folks went to the polls on Tuesday to cast their vote for the only person whose votes would be counted: Ken Russell.


It turned out to be an election like no other election ever held in Miami, and you can bet that early next year there will be a proposal to change the City Charter in order to make sure that this crazy bullshit doesn’t happen again.


As someone who looks at things from a different perspective, I had to laugh when I heard that after supposedly withholding their endorsement before the first election on November 3rd - although that didn’t stop a lot of the union members from coming out to work the polls in support of Teresa Sarnoff - the members of the City of Miami’s Fire Department’s International Association of Fire Fighters not only put out an endorsement for Russell a couple days before the runoff, but they also made sure that union president Freddy Delgado and a couple other union members were there to drive Russell around on election day, taking advantage of the opportunity to bond with the new Commissioner.


Somewhere across town Javier Ortiz, the President of the City of Miami’s Fraternal Order of Police was left with nothing to do but play Tiddlywinks with his pal Edward Lugo, because after Ortiz went out his way to give the FOP endorsement to Teresa Sarnoff, the notion that the FOP’s rivals were smart enough to slide in and spend the day yucking it up with the new Commissioner while the FOP was left at the curb should probably piss the FOP membership off even more than they normally get when they hear  how badly Ortiz continues to look out for their interests.


And now, here we are and it’s the morning after, and the victory party’s over.  


Gone are all the politicians and well-wishers, the campaign staff and campaign volunteers, and already there are beginning to be whispers that the new Commissioner, who has a week or so before being sworn in, has already started forgetting the cardinal rule of politics that, ‘You dance with the ones that brung you,’ or at least you don’t disrespect those folks during the process of choosing new dance partners.


But then, kicking supporters to the curb is a time honored tradition that tends to happen, because the the room suddenly get very full when the elected official’s ego kicks into play by claiming he did it all without help, and all the new folks who show up willing to feed that ego as a way to secure a spot in line for a turn at the trough.


It will really be interesting to see just who the Commissioner decides to hire as staff, because the opportunists and snakes who come up out of the ground like vampires in times like this are often the ones most skilled in making themselves appear indispensable, but unfortunately not only can first and second impressions be deceiving, but they can be downright dangerous for the battles and challenges ahead.


What battles, you ask?  Well, just because the lying weasel dick sociopath Sarnoff is gone - gee, I’m going to miss being able to use that descriptive phrase - doesn’t mean that all the Sarnoffians have gone with him.


I’m hearing - in fact from a whispered rumor two weeks ago it’s now become an open topic of discussion - that a couple of Sarnoff holdovers have been busy at work conspiring with a certain Commissioner in an effort to protect their jobs.


I won’t spoil the drama or the fun by telling you the whole story now, but the new Commissioner could get a very early lesson that just because one of his Commissioner colleagues pledges his support and raises money for him doesn’t mean that that same Commissioner won’t bend our new, young and tender Commissioner over and fuck him royally at the very first opportunity. 


At Miami City Hall fucking over a new Commissioner should be looked upon as a right of passage, because the magic number to pull a fast one is 3, and there will always be 2 other Commissioners willing to join in the fun.


Welcome to Miami, Bitches!, Commissioner Russell.