I felt a twinge of traitorousness on Friday morning when I approached the cluster of demonstrators for More Tax Money for Schools in front of Culver City High School.
While there is not a doubt about their sincerity and honesty, it was like encountering a crowd of 18-year-olds who astonishingly believe that Santa Claus visits every Christian home on Christmas Eve and the Easter Bunny lays 2 billion colored eggs in every Christian hamlet the night before Easter.
All three fairy tales are equi-distant from the truth.
People, people.
There ain’t no Easter Bunny. The leopards in Sacramento are not changing their spots so schools can have their way. Mean grownups live in Sacramento. They are paternalistic. They know what is best for you and me. They know the pockets of my trousers better than my wife does. They regard our money as theirs — which is proper because they have had control of it longer. This ironclad policy has been reality since the first lawmakers huddled in the Garden of Ede. (A crooked legislator stole the “n.”)
A Tall, Cool One? He Ain’t Tall or Cool.
What were the Culver City protestors thinking — that Gov. Bald Retread and the Democrat-monopolized legislature will jack up income, sales and vehicle taxes, caress the paper stuff when it lands in Sacramento, and then, like honest guys, ship all of it to needy schools.
The smoke in here is growing too dense to breathe.
I have not a doubt that most Friday marchers across Los Angeles believe with the guilelessness of a child that if Gov. Brown or the soulless Democrat Legislature raises taxes today or tomorrow — on the wretched shlubs the left allegedly feels sorry for — an Alice in Fairyland spigot magically will turn on.
For the rest of the century, public schools will be awash in the only green that matters, your reluctantly surrendered dollars.
Ladies and gentlemen, these lawmakers are behold to too many interests to just attach U-turn directions to your taxc dollars.
How do you think we came to this mess? They are addicted to spending other people’s money — that is why they are liberals. Free money for everybody.
Who but a 6-year-old would swallow such gaseous nonsense? The same ding-dongs who put the unbelievable Gov. Retread and Swishy into their offices.
Every Dec. 24 in my childhood hometown, the large family who lived next door paid a burly friend to stomp on their wooden porch, in imitation of Mr. Claus, and belt out several dozen jolly “Ho-ho-ho’s,” and “what good children live here” lines to fortify the Christmas mood.
Do the Naïve Ones Have an Excuse?
But their children were 5 to 9 years old. I am pretty sure they no longer believe.
All of Friday’s marchers were north of 9 years old, but by golly, they heard Santa, the noxious Gov. Retread, stomping on their front porch.
Like children, they began grinning devilishly, in anticipation of lucrative gifts bound to tumble from the Democrat skies.
If that is the way they think, I understand why they are liberals — because they think there really is a cookie heaven.
Gov. Retread, who has compressed into 4 ½ months the kind of stinky-fumed administration that Swish has compiled in 2½ years, can’t advance a feather in a hurricane with the wind at his dishonest back. He has been trying for nearly half a year to nail down 4 Republican votes, and he is so convincing he has not recruited anyone.
But you people still walk around proclaiming “I believe, Lawdy help me, more than ever.”
If all of you who marched on Friday will stop by my office before dinnertime tonight, I will give each of you an IOU for $1 million, redeemable at Al Gore’s next inauguration.
Lawdy, Lawdy. If we just march, boys and girls, Gov. Retread will kiss our heads, reach into his dirty pants, withdraw a wad of filthy lucre and say “Tell me what ya need, kid.”
Just as with Swish, the Bald Retread joke is on you, Mr. Cloudy-Eyed Voter.
Not 20 cents he is going to fork over to you foolish ones, unless you are a prison guard or labor union honcho by day. I am sorry, but pray again.
