Last Friday evening in Louisville, Matt Bevin’s bus tour made their final stop of the day in the park across from city hall, where the long shot candidate spoke to a little over 50 supporters, who were outnumbered by Matt Bevin yard signs.
Shortly before Bevin spoke — advocating privatizing the VA and giving soldiers vouchers to buy private insurance instead — two young women wearing chicken costumes strolled into the park carrying a banner that read “MIT.” Two Bevin supporters physically blocked the chickens’ path to the stage — thankfully stopping short of an all-out cockfight — after which they retreated to a spot further away from the stage, but still within view.
After the two big chickens began to creep closer to the stage, more Bevin supporters came over to block their view with a large Bevin sign, with one supporter — Matt Bevin’s wife, Glenna — arguing with the chickens about how pathetic and immature their tactics were. The chickens replied back to her with… chicken noises.
Congratulations to all of the parties involved in both campaigns. Kentucky’s Senate race has now moved from incredibly dumb to perhaps the dumbest in modern history. Take a bow. Also, West Wing watchers should know one of the most important rules in politics: Never argue with a giant chicken, because you can never win an argument with a giant chicken:
Today I asked Mitch McConnell’s campaign manager Jesse Benton if his campaign was behind the giant chickens swooping in to peck at Bevin on Friday. He denied that they were campaign staff, but said he knew who the were — “friends of the campaign” — and said it was all in good fun. I doubt that Matt or Glenna considered it good fun.
And considering that Team Mitch already knew on Friday that they are going to win the GOP primary easily tomorrow — and that Friday’s Bluegrass Poll showed only 39 percent of Bevin voters saying they’d vote for McConnell in the general election — perhaps they shouldn’t have focused so much on “fun” instead of not alienating Republicans who might stay home on election day in November.
Then again, such dignity and sportsmanship would have deprived us the sight of a candidate’s wife arguing with two giant, clucking chickens. So there’s that.