Nearly a hundred years ago, Will Rogers said, “Make crime pay. Become a lawyer.” But even Will would have been at a loss for words to describe a recent decision by the Sacramento City Council to pay the 50 most well-known, trigger-happy gang members up to $500 a month, for up to 18 months, not to nine each other.
So your city council is going to pass a resolution honoring the 71st birthday of the United Nations, but is too busy to fix a pothole that broke three axles last month.
Quick, name a bitter woman who muscled her way into power by rushing in to fill the moral vacuum created by her husband. No, not Eva Peron, Imelda Marcos, Hillary Clinton, or Michelle Obama; they’re yesterday’s news. Today’s self-appointed dictatorette is Chirlane McCray, the wife of recently inaugurated New York Mayor Bill De Blasio.
The other day, I was donating a box of books to the Rohnert Park Library. Half of them were Lee Child/Jack Reacher novels, which any library is glad to see, and the other half were books by Dick Morris, Sean Hannity, and Mark Levin. To my surprise, no alarms went off when these right-wing volumes crossed the threshold, and the walls remained standing as I left the building.
RFID (Radio Frequency Identification) chips are everywhere, mostly being used for good. Since they are only 1/8” long and cost 15 cents each, these tiny little receivers can be sewn into your shirt tail to guarantee your dry cleaner never loses another Facconable. They can be inserted into your cat, so you can learn exactly where Fluffy got flattened by an Escalade. In some circles, this is called closure.
I got this story from a conservative blogger in Madison, WI named David Blaska. No joke. A conservative in Madison.
In San Francisco, there’s a ballot proposal that comes from so far out of left field that even Anthony Weiner wouldn’t support it. In fact, judging from recent photographs, the Big Dog might be one of its most vocal opponents if he didn’t otherwise have his hands full.
It started with the rocks.
After living in San Francisco for 20 years, and putting up with 20 summers of bone-chilling fog, my wife and I decided to move 50 miles north, where we had bought a small piece of undeveloped land in Sonoma County, and piece by piece, built a horse farm on top of an old silage field.