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Ms. Mitchell
The least imaginative political minds on the Westside and in South Los Angeles convened this morning. They broke their huddle and, dully, began touting state Assemblyperson Holly Mitchell (D-Culver City) for Culver City’s vacant state Senate seat – as reported here earlier.
For sheer importance, this dust-laden strategy is analogous to the newest boxboy at your least favorite supermarket changing his month-old sox – because his mother burnt the filthy ones.
Whether we have Ms. Mitchell, or a mouth-foaming runaway from a mental institution, replacing Curren Price, now a Los Angeles City Councilman, does anybody care?
Legislatively, is there a scintilla of difference?
During a brief timeout, we will review Mr. Price’s four years in the Senate.
“Did he really represent Culver City in Sacramento?” a well-known City Hall figure asked on Election Day. “I am not greedy. Tell me just one thing he did.”
The same woman predicted that several years after Ms. Mitchell takes office, she, too, will seek loftier office in Los Angeles.
The Los Angeles-to-Sacramento-to-Los Angeles loop that some of our favorite politicians have nearly worn out, serves as a lofty model for Ms. Mitchell.
In other pulsating political news surrounding the Charlie McCarthy state Legislature, cows mooed.
Horsies giddyapped.
Pigs oinked.
And politicians stormed the pay window.
Yawn.
Wake me when it’s over.
Mercifully soon, I trust.
Ms. Mitchell, a nice lady, is your standard-issue liberal. She believes in saving the world by rescuing fellow moms.
Yawn.
Has anyone told her that is not government’s job?
Feel-good spending, not particularly discriminately, is Ms. Mitchell’s flag-waving principal principle.
She shovels a steep economic grave for 99 percent of the populace as efficiently as all other faceless, me-too assembly-line, makes-no-diff-to-me clowns who encircle her in Sacramento.
Proportionate to its uselessness to society, the Me-Too Legislature should convene one month a year for a salary of $2500.
That way, in 30 days, Ms. Mitchell and other lovely but royally unqualified do-gooders could get this bottomless blind bug to run everybody else’s life but their own out of their troubled systems.
Are cows still mooing and babies still cooing?
