In a statement announcing he’s changed his mind about not seeking reelection, the junior senator from Florida alluded to his affection for the institution he’s visited less often than a high school senior on a Close Up trip:
“Control of the Senate may very well come down to the race in Florida,” he said. “That means the future of the Supreme Court will be determined by the Florida Senate seat. It means the future of the disastrous Iran nuclear deal will be determined by the Florida Senate seat. It means the direction of our country’s fiscal and economic policies will be determined by this Senate seat. The stakes for our nation could not be higher.”
I suppose this means his attention to legislative matters will sharpen after sixteen years of indolence and scheming.
“In politics, admitting you’ve changed your mind is not something most people like to do,” he said. “But here it goes. I have decided to seek reelection to the United States Senate. I understand my opponents will try to use this decision to score political points against me. Have at it. Because I have never claimed to be perfect, or to have all the answers.”
I know he hated changing his mind about supporting amnesty, but that’s what a chap’s got to do to win the GOP nomination. Which he lost anyway. Donald Trump treated him with less respect than he would a cockroach on a balcony. He laughed at the senator. He smelled a milquetoast with the intellect of a hat rack. Have at it, Donald Trump said. And certainly I remember his affection for gays and lesbians after he could taxonomize them as victims of RADICAL ISLAM WHOA NELLY.
Although I’m aware of polls showing Rubio leading Patrick Murphy and his primary competition, note that he’s three points shy of 50 percent. All his opponents have to do is replay last winter’s footage. Or they can seek the counsel of the Master of Resentment, offering excellent advice and scabrous remarks on Twitter:
I see “Have at it” and quietly add “bro.” Of such stuff hashtags are made.
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