More than once, I have made noises on this page to the effect that Governor Frank Keating is an exquisitely-tailored empty suit, a man whose craving of the spotlight is matched only by his desire for cash. None of this is particularly worrisome, really on any rational scale of desirability, Oklahoma politicians tend to position themselves somewhere below puppy mills but above E. coli but considering the fact that Keating's replacement will be elected in 2002 (remember term limits?), and the strong possibility that said replacement will actually be worse, it's probably time to stop, take a breath, and see what horrors lie on the horizon.

Thanks to the 2000 Census and the reapportionment attendant thereto, one of our six Representatives (five Republicans, one Democrat) will be out of a job shortly, which proves the wisdom of the Founders. While the smart money, up to now, has been on the disappearance of Ernest Istook of the Fifth District, whose major contribution to the American Way of Life has been floating a plan to expand the size of the House beyond its current 435, preferably before he has to leave, speculation has now turned toward Steve Largent of the First District, who reportedly has his eye on the governor's mansion. If Largent does, in fact, run for governor, it would take a lot of pressure off the state legislature, which wouldn't have to agonize over which district to eliminate.

Of course, the downside to all of this is, well, having Steve Largent as governor. If you thought Frank Keating was clueless and if you've lived here longer than twenty minutes, you've figured it out already you should be very wary of Largent; Steverino wouldn't know a clue if it fell into one of his old NFL jockstraps. His positions are dictated to him by the Pharisees who control so much of American Christianity; his public appearances start at laughable and work downward; his actual accomplishments in the House are virtually nil. On the other hand, he has state-of-the-art name recognition: Oklahomans love football players the way koalas love eucalyptus leaves, and it doesn't seem to matter that you or I or the Qantas spokescreature can get better nutrition elsewhere.

Of course, a lot can happen between now and the 2002 election. Unfortunately, not much of it is likely to be good.

The Vent

1 March 2001

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