Creatures from the Tea Party lagoon
Our annual tribute to the scary monsters and superfreaks that haunt our nightmares
Published: October 28, 2010
Be very afraid – Election Day is looming. This year, it brings with it frightening creatures crawling out of the darkest depths of Florida’s tea-stained swamps. Want to frighten small children? Cut out these masks and wear them on Halloween. Want to terrify your friends? Tell them you’re voting for one of these soul-sucking stumpers. A frightening prospect indeed!
The Bloodthirsty ghoul
He seemed to creep out of the toxic ether of last year’s unhealthy anger, all beady-eyed, bald-headed and with the jaw line of a masochistic drill sergeant, but the scariest thing about Republican gubernatorial nightmare Rick Scott has less to do with the severity of his appearance than the funhouse mirror he’s holding up to an increasingly backward state. Along with Democratic primary contender Jeff Greene (equally frightening, but in a rounder way), Florida came to the frightening conclusion that we’re all for sale to whichever megalomaniacal carpetbagger is willing to do the bidding.
And bidding (or biting) is Rick Scott’s spooky specialty: He wants to suck your blood. And for a while there, he actually did. This modern-day Nosferatu’s health care company, Columbia/HCA, used false billing to bleed the Medicaid and Medicare system throughout the 1990s. The company ended up doling out some $1.7 billion in settlements after the malfeasance was discovered.
Not content to simply kick the wheels off of your gurney, Scott continued his siege on the medical industry with a series of venture-capital investments and for-profit health care clinics. His urgent-care crusade, Solantic, has faced lawsuits for hating fat people. Scott also dropped at least $5 million on a campaign to fight health care reform, because how the hell else is he going to get rich off of your pain? Not to worry, though. His mom says he’s a nice guy. Perhaps his is a frightening face only a mother could love.
— Billy Manes
The American Psycho
Eerily soft-spoken, but in that cruelly intentional kind of way, former Republican State House Speaker Marco Rubio seems like the kind of guy who wakes up and does 500 push-ups before taking a scalding shower to atone for his blood-splattered political reputation. We can almost hear Huey Lewis’ Fore album playing in the background – “Hip to be Square” is a really good song – as Rubio packs his briefcase with accusations of credit card fraud, opportunism and hypocrisy. Although he was presumably trotted out by the GOP to appeal to Hispanics, Rubio doesn’t support the rights of immigrants (despite his Cuban heritage). He’s also got some serious party-line rage. While serving as Florida State House Speaker in 2008, he revealed his true character, seething with Patrick Bateman-esque fury when Democrats pulled a dirty procedural trick that forced Republicans to do full readings of all bills coming to the floor for a vote; with all due maturity, Rubio locked the doors, shut off the Internet and forbade bathroom breaks.
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