A week after extolling the virtues of SaintPetersBlog on his radio show, progressive blogger Kenneth Quinnell labeled me the political loser of the day for yesterday because of my criticism of Rick Kriseman and his ego-driven “farewell” to his career in the Florida House.
In his labeling, Quinnell refers to my feud with Kriseman’s legislative aide Kevin King and wonders about the source of the conflict.
There was a time, of course, when Kevin and I were cordial with each other. But I worked on the campaign which beat his beloved Chris Eaton. I also worked on the Ernest Williams Campaign which defeated his Darden Rice Campaign (a regret both Darden and I have is her hiring Kevin instead of me for that race; both her life and mine would have been a lot different had that not happened).
Relations with Kevin were on their way out the window when he tried to resurrect Chris Eaton while I was working for Liz McCallum.
That’s when I launched this nuclear attack, leaking the truth about Kevin’s background.
That’s what you call a knee-capping. That’s what you call a feud.
Kevin has spent the last half-decade trying to respond in kind, but really I am my own worst enemy. I really don’t worry about Kevin, except when I hear about him crying about this or that grave injustice.
Previously, in a response to my blogging colleague Ben Kirby’s defense of Kriseman and King, I predicted in June of 2011 that, “Rep. Kriseman will be lucky if he’s not drawn out of his state legislative seat next year. Even if he isn’t, he’s term-limited in 2014, with really no where to go.”
So what Rick Kriseman wants now is to challenge Bill Foster for Mayor of St. Petersburg in 2013 but Kriseman is never going to win City Hall with Kevin King working for him.
Never. Ever. There are 25, maybe 50 politically-connected folks in St. Pete who love Rick Kriseman, but can’t stand Kevin.
I agree more with Rick Kriseman’s politics than I do Bill Foster’s, but I’d swallow razor blades before I’d work to put Kevin King one-step away from the Mayor’s office. And I ain’t the only one who feels that way, trust me.