Tampa voters, thanks for nothing.

Gather round youngsters and listen to a scary campfire tale. Be warned, this nearly-real story, happened right around here to a friend of a neighbor's uncle's cousin, honest. You might never sleep again, just so ya know. It happened oh so not long ago. You see there was this monster who went around exploiting good and decent folk, just like me and you, your brothers, your sisters, sons and daughters. He ate them up and spit them out. This big bad monster wanted to put dens of evil on every corner, fallen women on every block. He even wanted to recruit in schools for his army of darkness. He was the devil himself I tell ya. As part of his diabolical plan he was gonna establish the evil empire right here in good old Tampa Bay, and he was gonna do it with your help. All he had to do was get elected to office and the scheme was well on it's way...
As with many of these tales the monster was banished and the hero triumphant. Well, not quite. Sure, Tampa can sleep well. The big, bad boogieman was defeated, but that was no hero. More like a Frankenstein tale, the villagers rose up and defeated the monster. The victor wielded fear like a sword and used the electorate as a shield to thwart the usurper. I guess Tampa just wasn't ready for a stripper king. The nothing was their preference.
Granted, Mr. Redner didn't quite help his cause by the Jiggly Room offer, but pure and simple, this race was lost on fear. Miller's campaign resorted to scaring people to the polls to keep the Devil out. She couldn't present her initiatives because she had none. She couldn't stand on her record, because no one, including herself remembered it. So she resorted to that tried and true tactic of attacking character. Unfortunately it was all too easy, given Joe's past. I suppose it worked and we get four more years of yawns from the district one seat. The victor is spoiled or something like that.