First, it was Duncan Hunter Sr. who would always refuse to debate. He was the incumbent Republican, in a very red district, so in a way that makes sense. But now his son is doing it too.Only his son isn’t an incumbent, though he’s trying to run like one. First, it was a debate hosted by the East County League of Women Voters, next, it was a debate on a conservative radio show, hosted by Rick Amato. Little Duncan Jr. apparently is terrified of facing off with his opponent, Commander Mike Lumpkin. This tactic of avoiding debates is undemocratic, and insult to the voters of the 52nd district. We deserve to hear from the candidates themselves.

It’s a pattern, and an unfortunate one, of behaving exactly as his father does.

Next on the list is his campaign contributions, the names of his top contributors bare a startling resemblance to those who’ve received earmarks from his father, daddy Duncan calling in favors for his heir? Junior has previously defended the importance of earmarks, by claiming that it’s the only way the Pentagon gets funding. A remarkably stupid statement, particularly given that he himself is a Marine Reservist, he should know better. Then again, he’s a Hunter, so "How government works," along with integrity and decency, are concepts lost on him.

Judge someone by the company they keep? Perhaps we can. Little Duncan seems to be best buds with the Minutemen, endorsed by them, received money from their PAC, he even spent 4th of July palling around with those ludicrous vigilantes. His father was obsessed with "Border security" as well.

The earmarks and the Minutemen ties would be one thing, if he was at least willing to face his opponent in a debate, giving the voters the opportunity to get to know the both of them. But he isn’t. He wants the seat handed to him, thinks it’s his inheritance, and is generally behaving like a petty, spoiled brat.

Mike Lumpkin of course, put it far more diplomatically:

“Duncan Hunter Junior expects to inherit his father’s congressional seat and not work hard by showing voters what he’s made of in a broadcast debate,” says Commander Lumpkin. “But being a member of Congress is a job—not an entitlement. In a debate he can’t ask his father what to say; he has to be his own man and stand on his own two feet.”

Mike Lumpkin’s website

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Lazy boys and shy Dianes. One at a time, single file.
They counted the low numbers as they walked by.
I count a high number. A low number. Among the slow numbers.

The number four means nothing to me but the number four means death to Chinese.
Number seven is lucky in Japan. Here we don't give a damn.

But on the elevator, no thirteenth floor.
On the elevator, no thirteenth floor.
Thirteenth going up. Going up... Going up...

Relaxing as I wait in line. Some of the numbers lose their smiles.
Specially the numbers one through nine.
Because they're only seating parties of ten or higher.
For the dancing the question mark sticker and the mermaid kickers.

The number four means nothing to me but the number four means death to Chinese.
Number seven's lucky in Japan. Here we don't give a damn.

But on the elevator, no thirteenth floor.
On the elevator, no thirteenth floor.
Going up... Going up... Going up...

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