The Meteor Of The Donk Caucus

Here is proof that Tingle isn't entirely without perspicacity - but only to a certain point:

His insight into the likely caucus choice of a Senator Tuna must be dutifully recognized - although Sorry Charlie's sudden hard-left grandstanding has made it about as inconspicuous as a nudist at a nunnery.

The rest of it is sheer fanboy fantasizing along the lines of why I spent a great deal of my free time in college wondering why that wimp Billy Joel got to bag Christie Brinkley instead of moi.  Crist's love letters to the fever swamps that are resurrecting Tingle's, um, tingle are what can be not inaccurately described as "counter-cyclical," on a par with the S.S. Minnow guest-cameoing in The Perfect Storm.  He will not attract any Republican support because of his mercenary backstabbing, he will attract little independent support because he passed them going in the opposite issue direction weeks ago, leaving a pointless scrum with Kendrick Meek and Jeff Greene for a by-this-time vastly outnumbered Donk rump demographic.  Which he might or might not get, for whatever it's worth.

And if Sorry Charlie is too much of a lying scumbag for even Democrats to stomach?  Well, this was a pickup opportunity for them, not a lost seat.  A case of the Party of Evil becoming the instrument of justice most poetic.

And yes, Senator-in-waiting Rubio noticed...: