Mike Haridopolos dropped out. Now he’s just biding his time, waiting for the next legislative session to end and his irrelevance to end.

No doubt he’s calling up lobbying firms, trade associations, and big corporation, trying to patch things up after shaking them down for millions in his brief, abortive campaign the for the U.S. Senate.

And though he might say that he wants to focus on his work in the legislature, the only thing he’ll be focused is how little his titular status as Florida Senate President will mean in his lame duck session. He won’t be the big man in the State Senate anymore. He’ll be the little man who realized he couldn’t even beat a pair of also rans like Adam Hasner and George LeMieux. And though he may not be a bright man, he smart enough to realize how very, very sad that is.

He also knows that Senators Mike Fasano and Jack Latvala will beat him like a drum and that House Speaker Dean Cannon will make Haridopolos into his prison movie plaything. Even Rick Scott, one of the most incompetent governors in recent history, will be ale to walk all over him.

Mike, you deserve some small tribute.

Here it is.

Your campaign brought joy to us all. Everything went hilariously bad early and stayed that way.

That ‘book’ you wrote? That was the gift that kept giving. I still chuckle to myself when I think about it (though Brevard Community College must still turn red with shame every time they think about how they felt compelled to give you $152,000 for that steaming bowl of c–p which was absolutely not a quid pro quo for your legislative patronage).

The amusing way in which Cannon systematically screwed you at ever turn during the last legislative session, leaving you looking like the shallow shell of a party hack in conservative clothing (which, to be honest, is kind of what you are).

We will even miss how stupid your hair looks.

Don’t stay away too long, Mike. Maybe you could run for dog catcher in a large media market next year so that we can continue to bathe in the hoary winter’s glow of your chilling incompetence.