As you may know, the worthiest stories in the Los Angeles Times often are buried so deep in the edition that they are practically out of ink by the time you get there.
And you know it really is a significant yarn if it is hidden at the bottom of a back page.
Let us stroll to the nether regions of this morning’s page 25, where the headline read:
“L.A. delays decision on Arizona trip.”
Last month the political whores on the Los Angeles City Council — including one of our admired friends, Herb Wesson — stepped into the nastiest gutter they could find, emptied their pockets of morals and ethics and, like tantrum-tossing juvenile,s wailed that by golly, gee whiz, gosh darn, they were not only mad but offended.
If Arizona was going to pass a law saying that illegal immigrants no longer were welcome to shlep their drugs and weapons over the Mexican border, then by darn, Mayor I Love Me and his flabby-skinned stooges on the Council were going to stop doing business with Arizona.
Even though this may resemble a skit from Comedy Central, bigots such as Councilman Eddie Reyes intimidated their spineless, jelly-wristed colleagues into declaring a boycott of Arizona.
This fits neatly, and embarrassingly, under the rubric about cutting-off-your nose…
One month after bellowing in Spanish and English that, by thunder, illegal aliens have as much right to sneak over the border as any other lawbreaker, the moral wimps are considering sounding retreat.
David Zahniser, the best reporter on the Times, brought the story this morning:
The Council, which does not think mercurially either on its feet or its tush, postponed a decision yesterday on whether to air mail four police officers to a conference in Tucson for a reason that is a whopper:
“To give officials time to find (someone besides the city) to pay for the trip.”
Is that rich?
These amazing three- or four-faced clowns stamp their feet and say, by thunder, Arizona no longer exists for us. Then a month later they are about to reverse their stand.
These are the shining liberal leaders of our slice of the universe.
Yesterday Council members Greig Smith and Bernard Parks, the old Police Chief, cleared their throats, turned to their Council mates and said, “Boys, ahem, we need a little help. Remember that boycott? We need an exemption so that some of our finest can spend five days among them there illegals and good guys, attending the Airborne Law Enforcement Assn. conference.”
Mayor I Love Me, whose mind and heart have not worked credibly for years, was one of the I Love Mexico geniuses who thought up the boycott. How would he react to an exemption request?
Since his mind resembles a stale doughnut, Mayor I donned his favorite wimp mask, whirled around to face reporters, and said:
“Boys, what I have said to Councilman Smith is, that issue, the issue of police officers going to Arizona, was decided a long time ago.”
Therefore, bon voyage, or whatever you say to travelers about to fly over a desert full of hunkered down illegals.
