The following 4 days should be the darkest of the empty-bucket administration of Mayor I Love Me of Los Angeles.
Curses.
I, as he has asked friends to call him because he yearns for a shorter first name than his girlfriend Lu, has until Monday to choose from among 3 white guys — ugh — to be the next Chief of the LAPD.
One day after newspapers trumpeted the joyous news — halleluyah to the heavens, all praise to Cal Worthington Jr. and Allah — that an Asian, whoopee, a Latino, whoopee, and women, whoopee plural, had made the semi-final cut to succeed Brash Billy Bratton, there was even worse news for the natives than Obamacare.
The Dogs of Diversity, the Los Angeles analogue to Whores for Obama, began baying at the moon, as they always do in the final week of a month, this time because the Latino, the Asian and the women had been dropped by the Police Commission.
Typical of the emotional, unreflective liberal mentality that sadly dominates America these days, was the reaction of John Mack, president of the Police Commission.
Although apparently accidentally, Mr. Mack occasionally has made sensible observations on race in the past. This time, he reacted stupidly, a stance with which he is more comfortable. Said he was disappointed that his fellow commissioners did not pay more attention to race and ethnicity in selecting the finalists.
Mack Lacks Class
When you see leaders of the community making such astoundingly foolish observations, is it a wonder that even lower-class people than Mr. Mack are at war with each other in the ethnic neighborhoods of Los Angeles?
He was talking more like a Mack Truck than a respectable Mack family member.
Perhaps Mr. Mack’s fellow commisshes might have been recalling the horrifying chiefdoms of the last two black LAPD bosses, the lovely Willie Williams and the two-shoe’d disaster Bernie (I Wish I Weren’t Me) Parks.
You can bet a month of your salary that no one in Los Angeles government — least of all the self-styled Mayor I Love Me — will have the courage to call out Mr. Mack for such a gutter remark. Such is the acceptable rhetoric when you have a confused, dithering, wretchedly overmatched, race-minded thug in the White House.
The Awful Old Diverse Days
Obviously, the abysmal failures embodied by Mr. Williams and City Councilman Parks should not eliminate black contenders for Chief any more than Swish’s mounting failures should eliminate future black candidates for the White House. Just as obviously, it should not be necessary to issue that disclaimer, except that is how much liberal thinking has poisoned the cultrual stream.
Talent? Merit? Why should those be leadership considerations at the LAPD? So yesterday, as Swish Obama would say.
The 3 finalists plainly are worthy candidates because two of them are Deputy Chiefs, Michel Moore and Charlie Beck, and the other is an Assistant Chief, Jim McDonnell.
I sat in on the School Board meeting last night, possibly one of the few sanctuaries in America where the fanatically inflated value of diversity was treated within a respectable context.
Mack Truck, Swish Obama and their fellow Race Shall Be First followers should have been there. They might have been lucky enough to have common sense pounded into their bigoted cement heads.
Although there was knee-deep, politically correct, unbelievably vague and dense Education Code bologna talk, once you forded that stream, Christine Collins, the Principal of La Ballona School, ultimately enlightened the crowd. Albeit ponderously, she boasted about the outstanding academic achievements of her heavily non-native student body — and their families. That is the only good kind of diversity.
Next to himself, and you better leave plenty of room, I, of the team of I and Lu, loves to expound for hours about the joys of racial and racist diversity, and how he became mayor because he is Mexican, not because of his slippery personality, his curbside morals or his invisible administrative qualities.
I, not to be confused with the author of this essay, known by the same succinct term when used as a pronoun, looked as confused over a chief this morning as he did a couple years ago when he was trying to choose between his wife and his previous girlfriend.
“I expect the next Chief of the Police Dept. of the city of Los Angeles to see diversity as important, as a value,” the mayor said.
Good golly, Murgatroyd, wasn’t that profound?
I — again, him not me — is reportedly read to tell the chap he chooses that if he expects to still have the title at Christmas, he will be obliged to surround himself with deputies who are Mexicans, illegal immigrants, smart Asians, fat women, closet gays, runt-ranting transgendered men or women or both in one, and at least one Muslim who threatens to blow up the Parker Center every morning. Next, the new Chief will have to hire one of the City Hall-friendly crooked contractors to build a fence around the new multi-color hires. Every Sunday, then, can be Visitor Day at I’s Human Diversity Zoo.
