(SLATE) -- Two years ago, Ben Quayle was just a vice presidential son with a lot of money and a big dream. There was an open congressional seat in one of the reddest parts of Arizona. He wanted it. Key to his campaign -- to public awareness, to overwhelming an embarrassing story about pseudononymous columns he'd written for DirtyScottsdale.com -- was a straight-to-camera epistle about why it was so important for him to run. "Somebody needs to go to Washington," he said, "and knock the hell out of the place."