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Tom Udall has to be feeling smug. He is the New Mexico version of John McCain. Tom is enjoying a leisurely and inexpensive stroll toward the Democratic nomination for United States senator.
You have to believe the New Mexico congressman is taking great delight as he watches his Republican opponents rip one another to shreds. As is true on the national scene with Obama and Clinton, New Mexico’s Heather Wilson and Steve Pearce are digging deep into their pockets trying to make the other look inept.
One would surmise that before the venerable Pete Domenici announced his retirement intention, Heather and Steve were the best of friends.
Now that the two are grappling for the Republican nomination, it is daggers, nasty stares and vitriolic television advertisements. Why does such a race bring out the worst in people?
It’s a great job, that’s why. You rake in $169,300 a year, get a comprehensive health plan, enjoy free world-wide travel junkets and earn excellent retirement benefits. But here’s the kicker. As a congressman, you are somebody. As a senator, you are SOMEBODY.
United States senators embark on such a power trip they sooner or later begin believing their own press. When someone says, God Bless America, they answer, “I don’t have time. Oh – you meant the other God.”
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