If you live in California you can't help but be constantly assaulted by ads proclaiming the god-like abilities of Meg Whitman and Jerry Brown. Both claim they can save this state from falling into the Pacific.
Personally, I'd like to see both of them swinging by their necks from electrical poles like pinatas that have long been emptied of treats. They are both useless, and neither seems to know it.
Jerry Brown is the best thing to happen to Meg Whitman. Next to him, she appears competent ... until she opens her mouth and starts talking about the doomed California economy and her plan to save it by eliminating over 40,000 good paying jobs. Remember, payroll taxes give the state 55% of its operating revenue. Cutting those jobs will hurt, but Whitman has a plan to replace those jobs. She hasn't said that, of course, but one would figure she's got to, right? Opening more Burger Kings would do that. Awesome!
Brown, on the other hand, has been around a lot. He's establishment. He's been loved and hated, and he, like Whitman, is quick to claim California is dying. His plan? Like Whitman's, it's virtually unstated.
Brown and Whitman have failed to articulate that the entire country is in an economic downturn that could quite possibly make the Depression look like a warm-up. California's economy will not fully recover until the country is back on the right track. It is economic ecology -- all tied together. We Californians may like to think we are some sort of oasis, but the truth is we are just as much vultures as the other states. We have been feeding off the corpse of greed-based capitalism for so long that now that the marrow's been sucked dry we don't know where to turn.
Can the economy be saved? Of course. The economy is not a force of nature. It is manipulated. It is, when you get right down to it, an enormous fakery, a sham religion believed in by the masses. California can take small steps to help itself (legalizing marijuana is the first step), but it won't fully recover until the country is back on its feet. When will that happen? Hard to say, as so many different factors must come into place. Consumer confidence must grow. Jobs must be created and maintained. Our "leaders" must work together and stop pretending that a black man is the worst thing that could happen to a country. Endless war must be ended. We must listen to what the rest of the world is saying, and we must admit that our future is tied into the world's future. It's a global economy. It's not a national economy. Global.
Watching Meg and Jerry go at it via insane television and radio ads is amusing at best. Unfortunately, it seems that both are on track to make things worse. I fear one of them will be elected before some assassin or force of nature takes them both out. Whitman will act without thinking. Brown won't act at all.
It's far too long before the election. Best to shut off the TV.
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
13.9.10
4.9.09
Good Morning, California

Incredible. Fires rage. Fog pulls in. Morons roam the streets, ears plastered to cell phones. CA in the morning. Humboldt isn't on fire. Not this year. Not yet. We can't be that lucky.
I moved to this state over a decade ago. Never liked the work ethic. Many of the people are fine, but a majority of them make me want to sink my teeth into their throats and not let go.
I don't deal with stupidity very well.
I imagine today will go like any other day. Go to the office. Work. Make some people happy. Make others upset. Trudge through. I hope to get some writing done this weekend, maybe see some friends. The rain's supposed to come Saturday. I like the rain. It is a cleansing force. Makes me feel at home. Right.
I looked in the mirror today, thinking of the fires and all the terror that goes with them. I know what people think of me. Some like me. Some think I'm a prick. I wonder what I think of myself, though. I'm not liking how I've been lately. Too stressed. Too depressed. Too on edge.
I used to want to grind my enemies into dust, scatter them to the winds. Now I forget about them. They aren't important enough to devote time to. I figure I'll save my bent up hostility for targets that really deserve it. No, not the lady who almost hit me with her car while chattering on her cell phone. God will take care of that one. Toss her a little lump in her breasts or some weird sores in her most holy of holies. Perhaps a stray drive-by will find her way to her door.
She didn't even acknowledge the fact that she almost wiped me out. Insane.
No. I've got my own deals to flesh out. My own mandates. And they don't involve people. They involve my writing and getting into the right head space. This stuff, the blog (therapy), is hold over. This is preventive.
This is distortion.
16.8.08
Earthquake at 10:58
As I'm going through my blog stuff, trying to add an End of the World Countdown Counter, and earthquake rattled my house. I'm not a stranger to these types of things, but being on the Northcoast, as it's called, of California, I have to wonder when the next one will be the Big One.
I put this one at a 3.x. Don't know officially, because as I write this the pictures on my wall have finally stopped shaking.
Feeling that as I'm looking at the End of the World Countdown sure gave me a jolt, though. Gotta love when weird things like that happen.
I put this one at a 3.x. Don't know officially, because as I write this the pictures on my wall have finally stopped shaking.
Feeling that as I'm looking at the End of the World Countdown sure gave me a jolt, though. Gotta love when weird things like that happen.
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