Been a rough few days for the Grand Imperial Wizard of Mesa, Russell Pearce.
First Scott "Anyone who has that much trouble with women really should consider joining the priesthood" Bundgaard had to give up his position as Senate Majority leader. You'll recall that big Russ had pronounced little Scott a "victim". And then 5, count 'em 5, of Russell's pet immigration laws were shot down by his own party. That's right, some Republicans voted against the Wizard! (there aren't enough Democrats in the legislature to field a good coed softball team, let alone pass or block anything on their own.) My God, it's outright anarchy down there at the Capitol!
Apparently, someone at the Chamber of Commerce finally noticed that the Wizard's policies have turned The Grand Canyon State into a pariah, and that's just not good for business. And what's good for business is, after all, what matters most. It makes the sun come up in the morning and all the little birdies sing. So put a cork in it for awhile Russ, and maybe we can get some convention business back, OK? You see, when push comes to shove, your typical politician always remembers which side their bread is buttered on. And who paid for their bread. And their butter. And their toaster, too.
This is not the beginning of the end, or even the end of the beginning for Russell Pearce's Vision for Arizona's Future*. (* a registered trademark of the "I'm Ape-shit Crazy and You Should Be Too Foundation".)
However, the forecast is now only partly cloudy, with just the slightest glimmer of sanity. (But continue to be on the lookout for occasional periods of outright howling at the moon crazy. This is still Arizona, and Russel Pearce is still The Grand Imperial Wizard of Mesa.)
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