It's Not Nice to Gloat, But So What?

I don't really have an extensive post to write about this (I'll save that for fellow Arizonan Craig McDermott), but I'd like to gloat for a bit on the ongoing success of the Russell Pearce recall campaign.

Y'all may already have heard that a group that has been circulating petitions has gotten the required signatures to force an election of Russell Pearce, our Senate President (it pains me to write those words). The story has even drawn national attention because of Pearce's roll in passing the infamous SB1070.

Like I said, I'll leave the details up to McDermott (who is closer to the situation) and the New Times, which was one of the few media outlets to recognize early on that this recall was for real. (NT's complete Pearce archive can be found here.)

Here's what I've found funny though: back around the same time the Pearce recall was launched, we had a much ballyhooed recall announced of Sheriff Clarence Dupnik. Dupnik had committed the unpardonable sin of, the morning after a shooting in which six Tucsonans lost their lives (including his friend Judge John Roll), saying that people ought to, you know, get along with each other.

That's the sort of rhetoric that incenses the Tea Party. Treat our fellow citizens with respect? That's commie talk.

There was a great deal of hype about the recall at the time, mostly from people that didn't live in Pima County, Dupnik's baliwick. To the surprise of no one except conservative activists based in Phoenix, the recall had zero support among Dupnik's actual constituents. In fact, the whole thing seemed to be driven by a con artist who didn't even live in the state.

So, a recall of a conservative Republican state senator makes it past a rather daunting hurdle but the recall of a Democratic Sheriff doesn't even get past "Go." This combined with the funny news from a couple of weeks ago that the Republicans couldn't even get their act together enough to get the paltry number of signatures to run for mayor of Tucson gives me a wee bit of hope that at the very least things are turning some sort of corner.

Even here, angry bluster can only take you so far.