|"Now you need to chill, President Putin."|
Tomorrow is local election day. Like a lot of people, I used to ignore these thinking (1) I don't know who they really are and (2) it didn't matter because they were all the same. Now that I'm not away working or losing my mind to commuting time, problem (1) can be solved with a little effort, but unfortunately condition (2) still applies.
To wit: there are exactly two Republicans running for a judgeship. One is the establishment's choice, and has solid, longstanding connections to the wealthy elite and their pockets. The other is a retiring Congressman who was first elected with Dubya and was a reliable vote for the neoconservatives, but was certainly no Eric Cantor or Pat Toomey; he was not harmless but not nuts.
Just a Hobson's Choice... The first candidate is undoubtedly being put in place to rubber stamp real-estate developers' constant applications to build where it makes no sense to and get exceptions to any and every law, regulation or ordinance (I'm thinking of you, McNaughton, and your relentless attack on that lovely open space in Newberry Township, which is supposed to be protected by covenenants and already-settled agreements). The problem is our establishment man is much more qualified for the post. The former Congressman, on the other hand, is leaving after six terms as he originally promised, but is just seeking another taxpayer-funded job for life.
Sometimes when faced with the situation (OK, it happens every time), I write in someone. Last time it was Frank Zappa, but I need someone who's alive who would look, um, more credible. What we need is candidates from a new party who would blow these sad creatures we're currently offered right out of their stagnant water.
I think we need a Surf Pirate party! A Jolly Roger on a surfboard would be our logo; we'd appeal to the religious with tiki gods present at all events (fire-breathing ones, natch); the surf lifestyle would appeal to the Greens (recycling old woodies, loving nature, living the simple life); and we'd turn the pirates loose on the banksters, the PACs and think tanks, Monsanto, and AM radio millionaire blowhards and TV evangelists. That's where the money is, and you know they like their booty.
Think of a possible candidate everyone likes and who would win by write-in easily -- how about Jimmy Buffett for governor (or president someday)? Dick Dale for superior court judge (he's a stern dude and pretty wise)? Johnny Depp -- and he could finance a huge campaign. Keith Richards would probably give it a go if he didn't have to actually read anything or be up before 3 p.m.
If there were a State of the Union speech beginning with a comprehensive surf report, I'd actually tune it in. And Talk Like a Pirate Day would be the national holiday it should be.
That's it. I'm writing in Mr. Dale tomorrow instead of the Bert and Ernie who are running for judge. Righteous.