[BOLD]Signed, Eternally Yours[END BOLD]
State Senator Adam Schiff has been sending holiday cards to some local
voters. The cards, paid for by Schiff's campaign for congress, include a
picture of the senator, his wife and their daughter. Whenever I rap
campaigns for sending us cute pictures of the candidate's kids instead of
material on the issues, the pols angrily accuse me of 'dragging' their
Inside the greeting card, a message from Schiff reads, 'We hope the
thousand years will bring you continued good health and happiness.' I've
heard of empty gestures, but this one takes the cake. I have reason to
believe that sometime in the next 1,000 years I will be dropping dead,
I'm a tad peeved at Schiff for reminding me.
Maybe this is Schiff's way of telling us he's opposed to the ultimate
'term limits.' Perhaps he's promising legislation to forbid mortality?
Surely he'd get bi-partisan support. But I suspect this just is an
of taking optimism too far. I predict that, of those who receive a copy
Schiff's good wishes for the next 1,000 years, most won't make it even
that long. Then again, maybe he's stumbled on the next fad in political
promises. 'Elect me and health care will be reformed by the year 2657!'
[BOLD]Who Rang That Bell?
A volunteer working for a candidate I've never met recently turned up
my doorstep. The poor fellah, canvassing door to door to see a candidate
believes in elected to state office, had the bad luck of coming across
But maybe I've won some revenge for those irked when solicitors turn up
at dinner time.
I grilled the poor guy on recent legislation and local issues. I admit
it's unfair to expect that a volunteer can be sent out with detailed
to all the questions I had. But I was also surprised the volunteer was
unfamiliar with a couple of heated debates in Burbank, questions I hope
others on my street share. For example, he said his candidate favors a
mandatory curfew at the local airport. But when I asked if it was the
described in the 'framework' proposal, or the one in a proposed ballot
initiative, or perhaps some other version, the perfectly nice fellow took
the look commonly described as 'like a deer in the headlights.'