The election, or more accurately Steve's candidacy, was personal to me. My lifelong friend and Army buddy lived in Bellevue. He was a Christian conservative, with a wicked sense of humor. He died a year ago, and his widow and son still live there. Their lives would be affected by the presence of a *******ed lying Socialist piece of shit on their city council.
Operation Omaha Steve turned out as I expected, although I did hope the Libertarian candidate would beat Steve. That would have been the cherry on top of the sundae.
I believe
www.electstevedawes was a factor in the election; more so Steve's ineptitude and sloth, and his horrid choices in platforms. Steve froze like a deer in the headlights when
www.electstevedawes.com went live. He should have folded his tent, ate the damned mini-tacos, and gotten on with his life. Now he's stuck with three yard signs, an empty mini-taco box, a mountain of credit card debt, and bruises from Marta's rolling pin.
The people of Bellevue could see the flood-damaged park and marina outside the city limits, but Steve wanted to spend city money to buy that useless land. He never explained
why annexing and buying the land would benefit the taxpayers, primarily because there was no benefit. He also hung his hat on the idea that
spending $200,000
saved money, despite the fact that the city was not obliged to spend one red cent on the flood plain.
His grand idea to try to socialize the gas service was just bizarre. Steve's platform distilled down to "elect me, and I'll try to convince the State Legislature to amend a law just to benefit our city". Steve ignored, probably willfully, the fact that he would be the only Bolshevik on the Council and would be the lone vote for appropriating the gas service in the name of the proletariat; that the Bellevue City Council has no juice with the State Legislature; and that the conservative members of the Legislature would be philosophically opposed to a government grab of private business.
His personal appearance was embarrassing, and was beyond parody. I mean, the neckbeard and sweat, that weird "patriotic" polo shirt, the campaign photos of him in sweaty t-shirt and Harpo hair, and the Boy Scout uniform from hell. I give thanks to God every night that we never had to see him in the Peter Pan costume with the bulbous codpiece and tights.
Most of all, Steve forgot he was in Nebraska, and Nebraskans have no truck with sweaty, sneaky, lazy Socialist pieces of shit.