Before election night or the next morning, I would have said the chances for a rematch are zero, that the loser would be quickly forgotten. But we're in a different world now.
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They want a group of people on the House Ethics Committee who are going to go to extraordinary lengths to keep Tom DeLay from going down or being embarrassed yet again, which embarrasses them all, they believe, with whats been going on down in Texas.Norm Ornstein
We now have a situation where billions of dollars of federal funds are allocated not on the basis of where it is most needed and can be spent most effectively, but according to who's sloshing the (campaign contribution) money around so they can get the earmarks.
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Any spate of news stories from now on about corruption in contracts, etc., will hurt - people will resist a major taxpayers' commitment if they think much of it will be wasted or lining the pockets of miscreants, ... That perception, unfortunately, has been reinforced by the delegation request, which editorials have called 'Louisiana looting.' The delegation needs to change its tone and strategy when it comes to getting aid. The other danger is that over time, as other disasters occur, aid becomes zero sum.
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The fact is he is worried. Republicans in the house are worried that this could be a huge flameout for Tom DeLay.
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Off-term elections are more idiosyncratic, but they're affected by the larger political environment. You do have some demoralization among Republicans and that can mean a lower turnout. ... It's been an awful time for Republicans.
Norm Ornstein
It's been an awful time for Republicans.
Norm Ornstein
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