Henceforth, Chicken-Fried News will
no longer be referring to him as
“Governor” or even “Gov.” when we
address him, because though he may
have won that title, he certainly hasn’t
earned it. To us, he’s just Kevin now.
And, oh, Kev….
Here’s a guy who lacks such self-awareness that he decides to uproot a
functional scientific organization,
founding a pandemic research facility while he misleads the state into
miserably failing the COVID-19 group
project harder than just about every
state in the union. Now, this ham-fisted lumphead is really sending out
updates about Afghanistan as the
“commander-in-chief” of Oklahoma’s
armed forces.
This all smacks of hopes of an un-realistic White House run, made conceptually possible for every goon
barred from doing business in several
states, thanks to Donald Quixote,
fondly remembered for his time in
presidential office spent shaking his fist at “cancer causing” wind turbines.
At least that’s over. Unless…
Kevin looks like he’s making
another run at the governor’s
mansion. And it’s sounding more and more like he might have some
challengers from within his own
party. Those are likely to fail and
then it’s going to be left again to us,
as a state, to decide if we really want
that lopsided grin spewing alternat-
ing absurdity and vapidity speaking
for all us Oklahomans on the national stage.
If he does it again, which he well
may, seeing as how he beat out even
reasonable conservatives like former
Oklahoma City Mayor Mick Cornett,
he’ll only be bolstered in taking a run
at a more powerful office next time.
And the time after that. A year isn’t
much in the grand scheme of things,
but four more years of this is too much.
If Kevin makes it to Congress, that’s a
bigger joke than we could ever write.
This article appears in Oktoberfest.