Standing along the sidelines at last night’s painful and equally predictable School Board meeting when members executed their annual vote on budget cuts, I was reminded of two separate scenarios:
• The married couple who divorces every year on March 30, and who remarries every summer on July 1. Why? We have been doing it for so long, they say, we have forgotten the igniting reason.
• The dog who chases a beach ball into heavy traffic every morning, until one day he finally gets run over. Why did his master let him dash among the rushing cars? Because he thought the dog was nimble enough to avoid them.
To say it a little differently, “Smack me on the nose again. It feels good.”
This is dog-and-pony at its very worst.
From the spectator section, it was like being an eyewitness to a terrible motion picture for the 10th day in a row. You know the ending. So does everybody else. No hand-wringing needed. You know the drill. You know what each person in the crowded room is going to say. This was television rasslin’. The script for the evening was turned in long ago by the liberal boobs and boobettes in Sacramento that the slipshod, remarkably uninformed voters of Culver City and environs keep voting into office.
Is anyone out there listening.
If you keep electing the same drunk-spending liberals, pal, you will continue to reap the same results. Such reasoning is not complicated.
Stodgy, Unenlightened Thinking
The legislators in Sacramento are laughing at you, dear voters.
Can’t you hear them?
You who fight tenaciously against excruciating layoffs every spring are their foil, their slave, their enabler. You may think they are working for you, but that became nonsense long ago — if it ever was true.
I assure you, from years of study and observation, Assembly Speaker Karen Bass (D-Culver City) and her fellow jackasses do not give any more of a darn about Culver City schools than they do a horse race in Pakistan.
They are guffawing at you for being so easily fooled that you keep sending the same dumbkopfs back to Sacramento every two years, and then they keep changing chairs to circumvent term limits.
Meanwhile, Culver City is drowning in tears and anger every March over teacher layoffs and program eliminations while Sacramento legislators crawl away from the whores they slept with last night, their torn pants pockets overflowing with job perks, and when they sober up, they start laughing all over at how easily you the voter are to fool.
A teacher’s job or two may be spared, but the same affliction strikes the same school districts iin the same parts of their bodies every late winter and every early spring, and we just keep rewinding the tape.
There Goes the Dead Dog Again
Last night’s dramatic, but non-mysterious, School Board meeting was an exact replicate of the head-down dog sprinting into the midst of 8 lanes of rush-hour traffic every morning in pursuit of the silly beach ball.
Last night’s Culver City drama was played out all over Los Angeles.
This morning, teacher layoffs formed the most important story in all of the hometown newspapers — except for the Los Angeles Times, which is busy campaigning for healthcare for illegal aliens and justice for Gitmo terrorists.
The darned problem is so regular they probably will staring printing it on the calendars for next year.
The Chabolas, Jerry and Janet, and Alan Elmont were sitting closest to me at the meeting.
If they had been watching me instead of paying attention to the School Board meeting, they would have seen my lips moving, in perfect synchronization, every time a teacher, a parent, a Board member pleaded to the skies above for a merciful miracle.
“Please, oh Powerful People,” the petitioners begged, “do not lay off my favorite teacher or kill a crucial course.”
My head swims when school people start talking about restricted and unrestricted funds.
They chafe under such rigid state government rule as if they are in bondage. In fact, they are. The School District and the School Board are as beholden to Sacramento as you used to be when you lived at home with your parents as a young adult. When at home, you live by their rules, not yours. The School Board walks around with handcuffs on. Members of the audience, who don’t seem to understand bondage, ask them to scratch their heads. Not physically possible.
The audience sadly pleaded with the School Board. But the five members were helpless because of rigid state-mandated conditions locking them into mental jail.
I’ll Have a Little Class Warfare, Pleas
The other favorite line showed that the 200 audience members have been listening to President Obama in Washington, a master at turning people against each other, was the game of class welfare.
Everybody should share the pain. Sounds good. But it is not a panacea, just a band-aid.
Liberals get the shakes when they think about leaders and followers, different steps, different classes in society. My gosh. How revolutionary.
So administrators should cut their pay and suffer the way that teachers are? Gad, how liberals love a faux egalitarian society where everyone, leaders and followers, earns the same salaries, has the same number of children, suffers the same diseases, wears the same lookalike clothes and mouths the same words, with heavy accents on jealousy and envy.
Do they know how wretched they look when they make such pathetic, unrealistic, unserious pleas?
So what is an answer?
The ultimate palliative is to think radically, creatively. Break away. Become independent. Relying on Sacramento, a proven annual disaster, is cozy but crazy.
Develop schools funded exclusively by Culver City interests — probably a coalition of Sony Studios, other major corporations, wealthy and imaginative individuals banding together. There is a great deal of money in Culver City.
What is much less obvious is whether the will exists within these parties to rescue a much-admired, frequently honored School District before it gurgles and gags to death on Sacramento-created red rink.
