Sunk

Remember, ladies and gentlemen, these are the smartest people levitating across the face of Barack Obama's green economy Earth:

Not only was Donk Florida State Treasurer and narrowly trailing gubernatorial candidate Alex Sink (heh) unprepared for her debate with Republican rival Rick Scott, but after having spent the evening "trading barbs" with Scott over which of them was more trustworthy, Sink got a verbotten lifeline from her campaign aide during a commercial break while Scott was still sitting right next to her.  Even better, the "campaign advisor who sent the text message, Brian May, was the chap who signed the rules agreement for the debate on behalf of Team Sink.  And best of all, Scott received the supreme gift of getting to piledrive Sink for it during the debate itself.

I'm sorry, folks, but you'll have to bear with me, because I'm just not used to this egregious level of tactical political incompetence from Democrats.  I was indellibly scarred by the Clinton experience, when Dems really were smarter and quicker and more PR savvy and everything they did worked and everything we did didn't.  It gave we long-time online center-right grassrootsers a raging inferiority complex, to where we came to expect to lose, to get outmaneuvered, to always wind up two or three steps behind the other side.  Add to that the mass political psychosis that afflicted the electorate the last two cycles, and let's just say that victory is an unfamiliar experience, and victories gifted on a silver platter topped with whipped cream (and pudding) with a big bow on top almost convince me that I'm still asleep and will wake up any moment and find myself back in my solitary confinement cell in the Alaska Gulag.

Consider Alex Sink's Florida gubernatorial shark jumped, after which she dove back into the tank and was messily devoured for the crowd's great amusement.