November 2, 2018
Dear Everyone:
One week from today,
it
will all be over.
In fact, five days from today there will be nothing left to consider but
the “thrill
of victory, and the agony of defeat.”
Not that all the rampant, rancid racism will disappear.
It just won’t be quite so In-Your-Face as it is now.
President
Trump will continue in his hypocritical crusade to outlaw any
persons lacking the correct skin color from attempting to enter the
United States in any way, including by birth.
In the meantime, Donny the Trumpet is basking in the warm glow of
adoration at his carefully choreographed rallies.
The ones where only the “right” kind of people are allowed entry.
The ones where he howls about a “caravan”
of the wrong kind of people that is threatening to overrun the border.
You know, the one with all those “Middle
Eastern” terrorists cleverly disguised as foot-sore toddlers, each
gripping his exhausted mother’s hand.
The ones Donny can’t wait to scoop up and throw into
hastily-concocted
internment camps.
But enough about that, there are plenty of other election matters to
consider.
Interestingly enough, one of the most vitriolic campaigns here in
California is
between two hardened candidates who are vigorously flinging
everything-but-the-kitchen-sink at each other.
Nasty implications in advertisements.
Glossy mailings in every mailbox.
These two dudes are viciously duking it out for the coveted title of…Superintendent
of Schools. Seriously.
Lots of implications like “his billionaire corporate backers”.
Huh? Just what do
these “corporate backers” hope to gain for all their money?
The right to dictate school lunch menus?
Then there’s the usual
Proposition
nonsense.
Twelve in all, but really only eleven.
Number Nine was suddenly removed from consideration after the
state Supreme Court ruled it unconstitutional as it was written.
This is the one intended to split the state of California into three
separate states. Like that
would ever happen. Can you
see the
United States Congress agreeing on four additional Senators?
All from the West Coast?
Then there is Proposition Number Seven, intended to split California
from the rest of the Union in observing
Daylight Saving Time. Or
rather, keeping California on DST while everyone else is on Standard
Time. Can you imagine what
those people on the East Coast would have to say about Californians
being four hours behind instead of just three?
These are the folks who sneer at people on the West Coast for
going to bed early, then complain about having to wait for them to get
into the office in the morning.
Those are just the silly ones.
There are also the barely-concealed attempts by corporations to
get laws passed to their benefit.
Proposition Eight claims to want to protect
dialysis patients,
but is really intended to put a legal “cap” on how much clinics would be
allowed to charge
health insurance companies.
Another professes that ambulance service companies should be allowed to
require their employees to “be available” during their lunch/dinner
breaks in case of a call. Of
course, the proposition mentions that the companies would be required to
pay overtime if/when employees are forced to work during their time off.
It’s just a coincidence that the companies would save gobs of
money by not employing enough people to be covered at all times.
And so on and so forth. Plus
about ten state and county judges to be elected, or not, about whom
absolutely no one knows anything.
It’s times like this when one is tempted to just vote “Yes” on odd, “No”
on even. Or toss a coin.
However, as is my civic duty, I’ll “google” the wannabe judges
and make the best decision I can between now and next Tuesday.
At least I get my ballot in the mail weeks before the deadline.
It certainly beats letting Donny the Trumpet make all the decisions.
Love, as always,
Pete
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