Holding my nose

I tuned in tonight to the debate between Bill Nelson, the incumbent Democrat, and Katherine Harris, the sometimes infamous Republican, who are vying for the U.S. Senate from Florida. Harris, running a feckless campaign, is trailing in the far distance.

I try not to be political on this blog, but. . . good lord, given her record (saying, for example, that only Christians are entitled to public office) and her imploding campaign, I had to watch just to see if she did a Linda Blair, with her head doing a full 360.

She didn't, though she ought to fire whichever consultant told her to wander out from the lectern and show the nurse stockings she apparently stripped from Alice in Wonderland. I've seen really bad Victorian furniture with better legs -- though you've got to give her credit: She didn't wear any of her signature spandex tops, the better to highlight her two, um, major talking points.

Nelson was as much a crypto-Republican as ever, and still creeps me out on so many levels; but I'll vote for him. I just can't let Harris' pledge to spend her entire personal fortune (she's from a big orange-juice family) go unanswered: