Standards is a slippery, odious concept for liberals who, as a culture, learn swiftly to loathe specificity – or they are disposed of with yesterday’s trash.
That persistent thought loudly rumbled through my rumpled mind this morning while copyediting the ultra-fawning essay we presented on Sen. Curren Price’s announcement last evening that he is running, immediately, for Jan Perry’s 9th District chair on the Los Angeles City Council.
Don’t allow yourself to get pinned down, one of the numerous sad hallmarks of the spectacularly failed, and regularly lying, Swishy White House.
I digress.
Let us posit first that 61-year-old Mr. Price, Culver City’s Democrat state senator for the past three years, is a lovely gentleman.
Virtually without peer.
Hold the Circus Wagon
Boys and girls, were that the only or the main standard, Santa Claus would have beaten Swishy so badly in ’08 he would have been forced to rejoin the circus.
Another truth: Whether Barbara Morrison or Henry Waxman’s last girlfriend succeeds him, Mr. Price will not be missed when he leaves the Senate.
What has he done for this community?
Hand me my magnifying glass.
Perhaps I need two of them.
In recent months, he has been tirelessly trumpeted as leader of the Black Legislative Caucus.
Who needs another club of organized victims?
That was not to his credit, but hopefully he will overcome the glitch.
Back to his effectiveness.
If you can imagine whistling over a 95-piece symphony, you have a narrative of the past three years.
It is not clear that a combination of John Wayne and Gen. Custer could have made a deeper imprint.
That is not the way Sacramento’s thoroughly corrupt legislature works.
Remember Karen Bass, effectively a lifelong hosiery saleslady, was named deputy speaker of the state Assembly because she won her first election after she had proven no more than that she could ride a bicycle without embarrassing herself. That she remains at that level as a second-year member of Congress makes a revealing statement about the pool, or pile of dirty clothes, that Democrats choose from.
Which brings us back to Mr. Price. Our narrator kept celebrating the fairly obvious notion that Mr. Price is black, which, for liberals, apparently comprises the first two dozen requirements for office.
At that, he would be an upgrade from dizzy, termed-out Jan Perry, based on her two most recent losing debates among candidates for Mayor.
Good thing Mr. Price won’t be running on the Working People’s Ticket, that is, as a Republican, because each time supporters reminded potential voters he was black, they would be accused of racism, cornerstone of the Democrat party.
