[img]1|left|Ari Noonan||no_popup[/img]A lady of my acquaintance for 25 years Facebooked me the other day, soliciting support for Prop. 30. I am fond of her, and normally I would have enthusiastically acquiesced for one of her causes.
A smart, activist mother from the high school was passing through the neighborhood a couple days ago. Even though I keenly disagree with her stance, I encouraged her to keep fighting, publicly, for Prop. 30 because she truly believes it is going to rescue fiscally pinched schools.
After those experiences, I feel like the exasperated young parent who reluctantly steps back so that his child can absorb a painful lesson that every kid is mandated to learn on his rocky journey to maturity.
A Sorrowful Scene
Watching good-hearted people summoning their precious reserve energy after a day of hard work to get the scam-ridden Prop. 30 “school funding” initiative passed is like seeing a blind man walking toward an onrushing car.
The despicable Gov. Flat Tire, lifelong flim-flammer, has engineered one of the major hamhanded bamboozlements of his scarred political career with Prop. 30.
Three terms he has plagued us, people. Name one good turn by Gov. Tire, except for wisely not having children who would have inherited his undesirable genes.
Otherwise astute persons, especially in and around academia, have fallen for Mr. Tire’s thundering black lies about Prop. 30, how it will either save education if it passes or ruin it for years if it fails.
You foolish people.
Do you actually believe that self-centered, undisciplined, ethically uncomfortable, drunken-spending liberal legislators are going to collect $6 billion annually in fraudulent taxes and say with a straight face, “Let’s distribute this among the sad-faced children in the thousand school districts and the three major college networks in our deserving state?”
If you swallow that much dishonesty, you should be disqualified from voting.
Through deep study, penetrating insight, dedication and toil, you have become successful in your professional lives.
Why throw away all of those accomplishments in a single stroke in the voting booth?
If any of the so-called Six Billion finds its way onto one school campus, it will be by accident.
The legislators have a garbage truck load of social justice pet causes to feed – welfare, babysitting for single parents, “renewable” energy.
Schools don’t rank among legislators’ top 25 causes.
Prop. 30 is not going to save schools any more than Superman is.
At Least Learn the Context
Follow the money, you supposedly shrewd liberals.
Inform yourselves about how and why Prop. 30 came about:
• How Gov. Tire fiendishly, and with galling dishonesty, manipulated it to the top of the ballot,
• How Mr. Tire’s thugs bought off one slow-thinking teachers union-type who was promoting a rival proposal,
• How he has desperately expended childish emotions trying to defang Molly Munger’s still surviving rival Prop. 38.
Mr. Tire’s down-class tactics would embarrass petty criminals who can’t help themselves.
Still, smiling, incurious parents throughout California are knocking on doors, making sincerely telephone calls and donating unaffordable amounts of money to Save Our Schools.
Thinking blind man running, arms akimbo, in the street toward a speeding bus.
Dear Prop. 30 fan: If you walk outside and deposit $10 in the nearest sewer, it will have the identical effect of yes on 30.
